I played for an unforgettable wedding. The bride phoned me up about three weeks before the wedding, she found me on the web and wanted to know if I was free for her date. When I heard her voice, I first assumed she was kindly calling on behalf of her daughter. She said, "I'm 92 and I'm getting married, isn't that something?" She told me about her groom, and meeting him at the community where they live and shared her wedding plans. The gathering was to be small: close friends and family only with hors'devores, drinks and classical harp music.
The weather was perfect, clear skies and even a bit warm for a winter day. I arrived about 45 minutes before the start of the prelude, unpacked my harp and set my case inside the caterers office across the hall. It wasn't long before I met the bride and groom. She walked in with a big smile and looked over the set-up, and went through the schedule of when her family/friends would arrive. As most brides, she was joyful and bit nervous before the ceremony.
I met her grandsons when they arrived and she asked them how she looked, and wondered about her hair. She made a lovely bride and was a vision in pink! One grandson asked why she didn't wear white, to which she responded, "Well, I think I'm about 50 or 60 years too late for that!"
When her groom arrived, her eyes lit up and I shook hands with her husband to be. She adjusted his shirt collar before the wedding, and he asked flirtatiously, "Shouldn't you wait until after the wedding to adjust my shirt?"
I began playing prelude music when the first guests arrived, and the ceremony began shortly there after. I played "Canon in D" by Pachelbel to signal the start of the ceremony. Everyone sat down as they exchanged their vows. From where I sat, I could see the bride clearly. Her eyes moistened as he placed the gold ring on her finger, and they shared a kiss as soon as the officient declared them husband and wife (just before the famous words, " you may kiss the bride"). Her guests erupted with applause!
They began feasting and drinking, talking and laughing while I played. From my seat, I could tell they were a happy bunch! They cut the cake together and dessert was served. When her friends left, the bride invited me to join her family at their table. I enjoyed the rest of the evening with the bride-groom, her grandsons and her son. As all brides do, she showed off her ring, talked about the future and laughed.