As they disappeared into the frigid night at the end of the reception, “The Wedding Week” came to an end… What a ride it has been! There’s been Starbucks, mostly because it’s a federal law that all MKs and missionaries celebrating big events must make the short drive to Basel to indulge in sinfully delicious white chocolate cheesecake.
Not that Squeedgie or I minded! We just sat back and basked in the aura of (insert preacher from The Princess Bride) “Love, twue love”.
I kept doing mental pinches on myself during the festivities to make sure I was truly awake and witnessing the union of two actors who had been painfully uncomfortable at the beginning of their thespian experience…but had recovered fast enough that sparks had flown onstage and off. And here they were saying their I do’s–two adults sure of themselves and of their love. How honored I am to have been a witness to it all!
The two most moving moments of the evening for me came on the dance floor. Andrea and Ian danced with the kind of intimate grace that hushed the room. Then Andrea and her dad took to the floor, both of them in tears, and I joined them because it’s just selfish to let people cry alone!
After a beautiful, whimsical and profound day celebrating the love of two of my favorite students, it was with deep joy and a sense of completion that I watched them pass under a canopy of sparklers held by their guests to drive off into their new life together. My prayer is that the rest of their marriage will be as peaceful, intimate, and God-centered as this occasion was. They are truly blessed to have found each other.