Genesis Wedding Story

The members of the string quartet exchanged brief glances before beginning the “Bridal Chorus” in perfect harmony. As the notes resounded through the chapel, the seated guests were overcome with silent excitement and anticipation. The evening sunlight gleamed through the windows and brought out the loveliness of the limestone walls and wooden pews. I took a deep breath and began my graceful walk down the aisle. My hair was perfectly styled in romantic curls that flowed to my waist, just the look my fiancé adores.

My makeup was soft and gave me a radiance that reflected my inner happiness. My dress, a snowy white, flattered every curve on my body as if it had been made for me and no one else. I smiled sweetly at my soon-to-be husband, who looked at me with tears in his eyes. Soon we would have our long-awaited marital kiss, and then the evening would be filled with beautiful decor, fun music, delicious food, enchanting conversation, and even fireworks and a movie-worthy exit. This was perfection.

I suddenly snapped out of my fantasy and returned to reality. I’ve been planning my own wedding so long that I often daydream of it. Alas, I was not at my own wedding. I was, however, at a wedding, seated in the church, waiting for the ceremony to begin. I looked around, examining every detail and comparing it with the plans in my head. Black and orange? What were they thinking? Weddings are not a time to celebrate Halloween, I thought, pursing my lips at the color scheme, reaffirming my own choice in pink, ivory, and champagne decor.

I shook my head slightly at the cheesy CD tracks that were playing through the speakers. Nothing like live music, especially that of a string quartet. I leafed, with silent horror, through the wedding program. Why would they choose Comic Sans font? You can download free fonts that look like calligraphy online! There was no doubt in my mind that this wedding would be a disaster.

The lights dimmed, and in walked the bridal party. My worst fears were confirmed as the bridesmaids walked in with ill-fitting, bright orange dresses. Ugh. That color is flattering on no one. I inwardly rolled my eyes at the cheap little spider web accents on their bouquets. Just because it’s an October wedding doesn’t mean you have to go the Trick-or-Treat route. Finally, the bride walked in, looking beautiful with the exception of her neon orange eye shadow. I felt like I was gazing into two traffic signs. The bride reached the altar, the music stopped, and the pastor began the ceremony.

Now that the ceremony had started, I stopped paying attention to the details and actually listened to the words the bride and groom were saying. I noticed the bride’s rosy cheeks and trembling hands. I noticed when the groom steadied her trembling hands by taking them in his own, gazing at her with pure and utter adoration. Before I knew what was happening, tears were streaming down my face. I didn’t even care that my mascara was ruined. I could truly feel the love between them, and I was so grateful that I had been invited to share in this sacred moment.

After the ceremony, I was ashamed at myself for criticizing silly things that don’t matter. So what if things weren’t the way I would have done them? Two people were lucky enough to find each other and were so in love that they had committed their lives to each other.

I learned a lot at that wedding. I still have my own wedding plans, but I’m not as worried that things won’t go exactly as planned. Weddings aren’t about having the right font on the programs, or having impeccable hair and makeup, or having everything go perfectly. If, at the end of the day, you’re married to the one you love, then everything went perfectly. My biggest plan now is to marry the love of my life, so I know that my wedding truly will be perfection.