Today, it’s been two months since my niece Emma married Glyn. In my life, the big things aren’t cemented until I’ve written them. From writing this wedding I have cowered, knowing my word hoard hasn’t the depth or width required. I refuse to use ‘epic’ and ‘awesome’, yet I’m still searching for the best words.
It was a grand Coming Together. Emma is American. Glyn is British. They live in Turkey. Their friends live all over the world. Each mileage sign represents someone who came to the wedding. The only continents not represented were South America, Australia, and Antarctica.
This wedding occupied three days. Everyone was invited to the rehearsal dinner aka Lobster Feed, the wedding the next day, and a brunch the day after the wedding. It resembled the medieval feasts that I read about in my books.
The ceremony was held under the ancient apple tree.
The background was my sister-in-law’s glorious garden.
She grew almost all the flowers for the wedding.
My daughter-in-law made the bride’s bouquet.
A sail cloth tent hovered over the festivities.
My grandson said, “Nana, it looks like Narnia.”
The tables were set.
Mismatched china completely charmed me.
‘Elegant simplicity’ set the tone.
All the cloths under the flowers were purchased
at the bazaar in Istanbul.
My brother, the tenor, sang Simple Gifts, a song
that he sang at the wedding of Emma’s parents.
Emma and Glyn listen.
Kids were welcomed with open arms.
Not often does one hear, “I’m so glad you brought all your kids!“
We’ve always loved Emma; it was easy to see why she loved Glyn.
They are both strong, generous, compassionate, and fun.
Not to mention smart. They have our deep respect.
As long as I’m giving honor, let me say that my brother Jim
and my sister-by-marriage Kathleen were stellar. This event was
the culmination of a lifetime of love invested in their family, work on
their homestead, their habits of beauty, blessing, and hospitality.
Emma’s older brother Will—best friend of bride
and groom—officiated. This was his first gig. We called
him—tongue in cheek—”Brother Will.”
There were some great toasts: sweet, witty, heartfelt.
But at the end of the day, what everyone remembered
and remarked on was Jim’s toast to his daughter.
Then we took the party to the barn.
My grandson (with the hat) rocked the reception
with his unique style of dance.
It is a Turkish custom to have fireworks at a wedding.
It was a magical evening.
This is our family (missing our son Collin).
The extended tribe (my siblings and their descendants)
present numbered 39. There were gaps here and there.
We cherish time together and relished the gift.
With the help of Facebook and texting, my kids and their cousins
are much closer than my generation was with ours.
It is a delight to see their friendships deepen.
2014 will forever be the summer of Emma’s wedding.
My photographer brother’s photos.
Link to the magnificent photographer’s pictures.
(She shoots film.)