A Tale of Two Weddings

Some of you asked about my reference to marrying my husband twice. So I thought I would share the story on what is the 12th anniversary of our first wedding. Oh, how I wish I had digital pictures of that lovely, lovely day. Imagine a white, sandy beach, a turquoise ocean, a bride in a simple satin skirt with a small train, a spaghetti strap silk & wool tank sweater on top. A string of pearls and a custom tiara (of course), made to look like a cluster of stephanotis with tiffany blue crystal centers. A groom in khakis, a white linen shirt and a navy tie adorned with flowers that look just like (the bride thinks) the ones on the tiara. Both are barefoot, of course. Picture a handful of ridiculously loyal family and friends, tanned and maybe slightly tipsy from a day by the pool drinking margaritas.

We understood very little of the ceremony, but somehow we knew what to do and say and, more importantly, we were married by the end of it. It was something else I tell you. At dinner a mariachi band serenaded us. It was so perfect, sometimes it seems like a dream. And yet, there was something missing - mostly lots of people we loved and cared about (and we knew loved and cared about us). Our get-away wedding was really special, but, as the years passed, we realized how blessed we had been in marriage and that a large part of that blessing was because of the people around us who had supported our marriage through thick and thin. We came to realize that is something to celebrate, and since so many people were not able to be at our first wedding, we wanted to do it all over again. So, we started to talk about it. 

But then, bigger plans came along. Actually a big plan came along - a move to Africa. And that plan took so very much of our time and energy. And just when I had let my dream of marrying my husband again fade away, he proposed to me. Yup - got up in front of a big crowd of friends (and our daughter!) and asked me to marry him that coming weekend! And before I could get all stressed out about how I was going have a wedding that weekend he informed me that all I had to do was show up. Everything was taken care of - the dress, the church, the officiant, the music, the reception, the food, the photographer, the invitations had even been sent!! My crazy husband along with a lot of our crazy friends had pulled this whole thing together. They were throwing me a wedding!!

And so that Saturday in June, just a few weeks before we moved to Africa, a limousine showed up at my door and after a day of pampering (mani, pedis, hair & makeup), I was delivered to the most charming little chapel in the woods where I exchanged vows with the person who has helped make my life the most incredible adventure I could ever imagine. And all day, at each little discovery of how someone had contributed, or sacrificed to make this day so special for us, I was reminded how very rich and blessed my life was.



photos by Roy Bradley and Sarah Armentrout










So, that is the story of my two weddings. I have to say, I love the idea of doing it again - just the two of us, somewhere really remote and special to us. Hmmm ... I'm picturing a mountain top in Swaziland ... stay tuned!

x, Beth