Everyone looked nice in their casual summertime best. Smiles were everywhere. I know we were happy for the groom, we like the bride. The groom and his guys looked great and all sported a boutonniere reflective in the maids’ bouquets and the brides, too. A well wished-for breeze blew over the lake. I overheard many a guest exclaim gratitude for cool.
The groom directed us over to a little island just a spit from the shore. We gathered there for the big event we came to witness. The wedding party stood up front at an Arbor. They were just as joyful as the guests. A guitarist quietly played an Isley Brothers love song, sang very low as it seemed he may not have known the song. He played it again. Repeat. Repeat and keep playing until the bride is standing up front.
A nervous chuckle, giggle, exhalation stirred through the group. All eyes were on the groom. His eyes were on the road. We also looked at the road. The bride is late.
A bridesmaid leaned in to tell the groom something. He grimaced. Then he went back to watching the spot on the road she would magically appear. Not too much longer, long enough to hope for the best (the food sure smelled good). Guests starting to shift their weight (all of us stood), reposition clothing, hats, look at the road…
As if on a generous swish of exhale, she came around the bend in a 1960 vintage Ford pickup truck, chauffeured by her son.
So, the guitarist got to stop the endless cycle of something along the lines of romance music from the late 60’s. The star couple hit the dirt with a promise to honor love respect blah, blah. I thought for a moment it might be time to eat! The bride was teary eyed through her reading of her vows. The groom read a poem in a monotone. The poem was sweet, as if composed by a seventh grader. “Wait. That’s not the right one,” he turned to his best man. Best man dug in his pockets, came up with a folded sheet of paper. Then the groom gave his true vows. He started with, “You are the love of my life.”
Its written all over him.
Then we did all the traditional things, congratulations, bride gave hugs, we crossed the water to the picnic pavilion. There were trays of snacks, shrimp, chafing dishes of hot food, cold food, a washtub of bottled wines, coolers of beer, rumors of bottled water. A model train made a continuous loop around the wedding cake and trays of cupcakes. A miniature bride and groom stood at the back of the caboose.
The guitarist started us off with “Annie’s song” and I knew he had some tunes to play. He forwarned us to pick a wooden train whistle as there would be a Rolling Stones song he needed us to use the whistle for. I had fun with that song.
So, there was joy in the air, love everywhere. Hand shaking, singing, dancing, drinking and splashing. Pats on the back, laughing, hugs. What a time.
Not a face mask to be seen.
Wish us well.