Many people are aware of this, but for your information corny is my middle name... I am constantly telling lame jokes and/or laughing at the most ridiculous things. However, in relation to the wedding I am trying to be reasonable about this delightful personality trait (errr... flaw to some, cough) as I am quite positive no one wants to attend/go to a) a sob fest, b) a reception with lengthy, boring speeches where you debate which utensil to stab yourself in the eye with, and/or c) a room filled with hearts, pictures of kittens, or something equally over the top.
In fact as a demonstration of how reasonable I am I did not once pout, complain, nag, cry, whine, or have any other emotional outburst when I asked Brandon ten-ish months ago to perform a handfasting ceremony with me one year and a day before our wedding and he said flat out no. You see I am above that and I have class which is why I did not get upsent when I was told "no way on earth" (that is my polite translation of the situation).
For those of you who are wondering, handfasting is a primarily Scottish tradition that involves the couple-to-be clasping hands and sharing a vow while their hands are bound with ribbon/cord/string (etc...). This was commonly used back in the "day" (16th, 17th,18th, 19th centuries) because priests were in high demand and sometimes it would take nearly a year before one would pass through the village (thank God for the Model T). Nowadays this ceremony has become a little bit pagan, but don't worry I am not one to veer off the beaten path (forget broomsticks and toe of newt)... all I wanted was to have a moment to pledge my love in a true Scottish fashion and if our hands were tied, so be it. For more information visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handfasting.
Mom's Debut...
At any rate, as a result of my maturity and understanding of Brandon's lack of interest in the ceremony I let it slip my mind and continued on with life, until... I was in the bathroom zestfully scrubbing the toilet (on September 17) when the phone rang (FYI this is 9 o'clock at night). A few seconds later my mother walked into the bathroom and told me I had 10 minutes to get cleaned up as Brandon and I were going to be handfast. Now as for my reaction, was it joy, surprise, frustration? No it was confusion... I kept saying, "but I am cleaning the toilet" and asking why if I were going to be HANDFAST would no one see fit to MENTION this fact...
Nonetheless, the toilet factor actually gave me an opportunity to prove how adept I am at getting my act together. Therefore 10 minutes later I was dressed (clean) and ready to roll. Mind you I kept muttering about toilets and cleaning products, but that is entirely beside the point.
When we went outside my parents had lit the gas fire and the deck was filled with candles/torches (two thumbs up to all for style and taste). My mom (who from this point onwards shall be called the greatest mom ever) performed the ceremony and bound our wrists with 13 different colours of ribbon. For more information visit: http://www.handfasting.info/h_symbols.html. PS I am not kidding about my mom she was fantastic!
I guess this is where the saying "attached at the hip" came from...
The absolute best part of the evening was Brandon. His vow was tear jerking (as he demonstrated (cough), but don't tell anyone that's a secret and he would kill me if he knew I told!). He even incorporated his love of my singing voice. That has to be love and dedication because frankly I have heard the noise I make when I sing and it probably shouldn't even be classified as singing... perhaps more like a screechy off pitch wailing - love might be blind, but who knew it was deaf?
Ummmm... it could be an uncomfortable marriage if we stay like this!
Between the vows, my wonderful family being there and Mallory joining us as photographer for the night the whole night was wonderful. Brandon completely fooled me and made the whole thing a surprise... and despite the toilet cleaning I wouldn't of changed a thing (mind you it would have been a nice touch if he had promised to clean toilets for the rest of our marriage, but we can't have it all).
Pretty good reason to love Brandon, eh?
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