A young friend of mine (a former student) was married on Saturday. Loree’s wedding to Andrew was simply splendid.
It began with multiple groups of grandparents processing down the aisle to Moonlight Sonata. Exquisite music. I immediately thought, “Why have I never played this for a wedding before?” When we thanked the pianist after the ceremony, Summer said “I told Loree that I regretted getting married without a bit of Debussy.”
The kiss: what I loved is the look Andrew gave Loree–a full thirty seconds I’d guess–drinking in her smile before the kiss. We got the sense that this remarkable young man is deliberate in all he does.
The knot: the two fathers brought up a large coil of nautical-grade rope. The bride and groom took these two ropes and made a lover’s knot.
After the bride and groom tied the knot the wedding party all tugged on the rope to tighten the knot. It was festive and fun!
A favorite moment was meeting Andrew at the end of the receiving line. Smiling, he extended his hand and was genuinely pleased to meet Curt and me. But when Loree leaned into him and said, “She wrote the words,” Andrew changed into hug mode. Of course the words are not my words, but a quote I wrote in a card.
Here are the words.
to talk and laugh and do each other kindnesses;
read pleasant books together,
pass from lightest jesting to talk of the deepest things and back again;
differ without rancor, as a man might differ with himself,
and when most rarely dissension arose
find our normal agreement all the sweeter for it;
teach each other and learn from each other;
be impatient for the return of the absent,
and welcome them with joy on their homecoming;
these and such like things,
proceeding from our hearts
as we gave affection and received it back,
and shown by face, by voice, by the eyes,
and a thousand other pleasing ways,
kindled a flame which infused our very souls
and of many made us one.
This is what men value in friends.
~ St. Augustine