We were supposed to be in Orlando last weekend for a wedding. It was going to be a whirlwind three days of activity full of laughter and liquor. Tom had Friday off from work, the hotel was booked, and we were so looking forward to getting away for fun.
Instead, my friend SueG's son got married in his own home, with all of us watching through computer monitors, laptops, Ipads, and phones via Zoom.
We were to bring our beverage of choice, mute our audio, and send good vibes and well wishes telepathically. Some made funfetti cakes and cupcakes to help celebrate--it is the bride's favorite and was to be a staple at the wedding reception--and many lifted champagne glasses to toast the couple.
It went fast as weddings usually do, each individual video box highlighted by a yellow ring when someone spoke. There was music--and tears--and in a blink of an eye, the officiate pronounced them man and wife. The best men and maid of honor gave speeches, including videos of people within the groom's favorite sports teams organizations, and a photo montage of the bride and MOH from middle school to present.
It wasn't the day the couple had planned for over a year, nor the expectation their guests had--Tom and I watched from chairs in our bedroom--but it ended with the same result--a wedding with their family and friends and a legal tender between two people ready to start their new journey together.
What a story to tell the next generation...
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