Korinne & Mac
November 12, 2008
(Before I go any further, here’s a link to their slideshow. It may take a few moments to upload depending on your connection.)
Starting with the ‘Welcome-All’ feel at the Rehearsal Dinner right through morning-after brunch the entire mood of this Event Wedding was one of peace and love.
It was enough that it was an historic mansion – outside of Boston – in the fall – on an Indian Summer day. That alone would have made it feel perfect. But when I saw the groom call his bride on an exotic instrument (its name I’ve sadly forgotten) and there she came down the grassy aisle escorted first by her father and met then by her step- father, all without an ounce of anxiety or nervousness, I knew this would be exceptional.
A beautiful bowl was provided for guests (‘guests’ now sounds far too formal a description – we’ll say loved ones) to contribute tokens of well wishes, kind thoughts and other positive notions. Then everyone was told they could stand and say something if they’d like. The couple sat embracing elegantly in front of an apple orchard. Seriously. A goose-filled apple orchard in New England in autumn. Could you have scripted this any better?
The sentiments expressed by each offering was so much weightier than the actual words. The tone of voices and intensity of glances as well as free flowing tears could be nothing less than expressions of genuine love – and like- for this couple.
So if this isn’t enough you go into the tent just feet from said goose-filled orchard and see an exquisitely elegant, personal space with a great, I mean great band at the far end (Soul City out of Boston). I’ve done a few weddings and will admit that I’ve begun to cringe at the sight of wedding bands. They’ve made me come to understand why some brides throw 30-Gig of music on their Ipods, plug it in and let them go. Not this band. They were classy, tasteful, fun and loved what they did. Every age group felt compelled to move with them.
Of course no band, no matter how good, can top a surprise serenade from a groom to his bride. Especially if he can sing. And he can; it’s what he does. And especially if she can dance; she can, it’s what she does.
There were tiers of cupcakes instead of a traditional cake; the bride was in sleeveless (how did she know it was going to hit nearly 80 degrees?); the music hit all the right notes and got everyone up. Nothing about this event was traditional.
But it was all about love. That many people could never fake that depth of affection. Right through the brunch the next day. All hugs. Some hugs saved up for decades and let loose, others offered feely as an extension from the night before.
Every wedding is an honor. To be asked to record such pivotal, intimate events is a privilege not lost upon me. But when I’m actually in the midst of it, there seeing the emotion and then browsing through the evidence I’m reminded just how fantastic a job I have. Thank you Korinne and Mac. And let me lend my voice in the seemingly endless line of voices offering you well wishes.
