So there I was, getting married. . . The weather was beautiful. The fall air had done wonders for the trees in the japanese gardens. The maples in particular were stunning. Another week, perhaps, and the leaves would be gone, but this day they were beautiful. The wedding was scheduled for five o’clock, and when five came and went and my wife-to-be wasn’t there, I started talking about running off with my friend Steve. His wife persuaded me to wait until at least five fifteen.
At five ten, she came down the walk. I’m glad I waited.
She joined me down at the landing. As I mentioned before, she and I performed our own ceremony. We joined ourselves together. I’ll post the text of the ceremony here soon.
We welcomed everyone there, and asked them each to say a few words before we got started. I asked Chris for her hand in marriage. She agreed and asked for mine. It was already hers. We gave each other vows, exchanged rings, and read each other a poem.
Then, to show everyone we meant it, we kissed.
We were now Mr. and Mrs. Wagoner.
The Wedding Party