Wedding Day August 12 2001

The day dawned to a spray of rain. Little wind but the skies were gray. Stayed hidden upstairs as the guest arrived. I would only have been in the way downstairs. Became more nervous than I thought I would as the appointed hour approached. Heather suggested that I picture the gathered crowd naked but there were some very attractive women present…

The nervousness faded once the ceremony began, the rain staying back, outside on the lawn. There was a beautiful view down the valley towards Shrewsbury as we exchanged our vows.


The ceremony was over faster than expected but the quotations from Kahlil Gibran and Corinthians were very beautiful. Pictures, though seeming to last forever were a welcome opportunity to retreat from the crowds and have an excuse not to mingle.
Strange how a wedding is the one real time when a man is expected to cry. I felt no need of tears; the silly smile stretched across my face should have said it all! Heather did shed tears, though not in any sobbing fashion that would justify her many apologies.
The winds began to pick up as the night grew old, until a virtual tempest raged outside. Heather picked up a faithful companion, Emily Rose who followed her everywhere. I was not included in their group until Emily followed me to the barn to say goodnight and I carried her out of the frightening darkness.
All in all today has been the best day of my life.


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