Saturday night I went to an outdoor wedding that had to be moved indoors. I must add, that at the time of the ceremony, it was not raining. But the venue made that age-old mistake:they put the chairs out too early, and let them sit in the rain too long. Brides-to-be BE WARNED: Many an outdoor wedding has become indoor due to this fools errand, and no, handing out plastic wrap to cover the seats does not compensate.
So we found ourselves, indoor, dry, and toasty, sitting around the dance floor as the ceremony unfolded. And the same thing happened that happens every time I go to a wedding where climate-induced improvisation occurs – everyone forgets that there was an “original plan.” The bride and groom glow, vows, are exchanged, tears are shed, and there is zero commute to the cocktail hour.
The sweetness of this particular wedding though was augmented by watching Travis officiate the marriage of his freshman year college rooommate. There stood two people who, 13 years ago, made no specifications to William and Mary about roommates, besides “Air Condition Preferred.” Unlike, myself who entered college wtih ready made curtains and coordinating comforter, they had no plan. And no computer system would have matched them apart from the command: Random Sort. But Saturday night got me a little, just because of that. Who on that very hot day in August, could have fathomed this cool day in April?
I used to operate under a well-researched plan + well-executed plan = joy,peace and satisfaction. Lately, as I face new seasons with new decisions, my greater desire is to hold things loosely, be ready to improvise, and be surprised by delight. I want to be that Bride who kicks off the heels for the rain boots, and dances like crazy because at the end of the day, she’s married – and she dares to think it was even better than she planned.