I always wanted a white wedding with just the right flowers, the perfect dress, and Wagner’s bridal chorus ringing through the air as I walked down the aisle of a beautiful church filled with loved ones. Just the notion of planning such a wedding filled me with excitement and joy. I finally had a chance to plan that wedding several years ago. The dress was lovely. The flowers were stunning. I even made my own invitations. However, the marriage wasn’t nearly as pleasant as everything that came before. It shattered many expectations and the perfection of my wedding day quickly faded.
|The courthouse where we were married.|
I still understand when friends spend months planning their weddings, buried in magazines and invitation samples. Lavish weddings are wonderful events that bring friends and family together for one of the best purposes on earth: uniting two people in love. I could never argue with a celebration of love.
However, I learned a very important lesson about weddings between my first and my last. It’s not the wedding that matters, it’s the marriage. My current marriage, solemnized in a courthouse without the least bit of satin or music, is happy, healthy, and romantic. Who wouldn’t rather have a great marriage than a perfect wedding day?