We went to The Princess’s wedding last night and enjoyed it very much. The ceremony was beautiful. The officiant was the same as at #1 daughter’s wedding, and when she was speaking, it was sweet to see Son-in-law reach out for #1 daughter’s hand.
Partygirl said it was the first Protestant wedding she’d been to where she felt they got their money’s worth.
This was our former pastor, the one the kids grew up with, and she does an excellent message. Each one is specifically written for the couple being married, following her counseling with them, and there is always a certain amount of sniffling in the congregation.
Since we’ve been reading The God Delusion, I was wondering what a secular wedding would be like. Presbyterian weddings involve asking the family and the congregation if they will support the couple, so everyone gets to say “I will,” and praying that all the married couples will leave with their own vows strengthened, and singing of hymns, so what with one thing and another you get to feel involved rather than just spectate.
There were lots of people in the wedding party, and lots of processing. #1 daughter’s wedding had very little processing and lots more music. It is sort of like Andrew+numbers’s discussion about opera: is it more interesting to watch people move around, or to hear them singing? You can’t have both.
The reception was a great opportunity to catch up with friends we hadn’t seen in a while. There were some particularly charming moments: the flower girls in their fluffy tulle dresses dancing under the disco ball, the bride getting the giggles while dancing with her father, my girls’ reunion with their former youth leader, The Empress beaming away in her mother-of-the-bride outfit..
We’re having a lovely soft rainy day today. The kids are coming to church with me, we have a home-cooked lunch planned and then the tapas party, and #1 daughter has already announced her intention to provide pizza for dinner, so I am expecting a frolicsome day and a relaxing evening.
Apparently, the pizza is different in their current home in the Frozen North.
They don’t seem to have come to love it there. I asked them what they called the residents of their state (you know, like you say “Floridians,” so what did they say for the state where they live?) and they answered, in chorus, “Rude.”
Enough random persiflage. I have to clean house some more, and make breakfast, and finish up the pesto, and do some pre-prep for the sangria, and find the Sunday School lesson I prepared.
My co-leader wants to talk about whether stealing is always wrong. Since I am a moral absolutist and she appears to be leaning toward situational ethics, it should be an interesting discussion.