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Newlyweds of the Day #2407

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Newlyweds of the Day #2407

I take these photos with the hope of encapsulating the day with them – bundling up everything into one image that says what it was like to be alive today. The archetypical image for a wedding is probably of the couple kissing at the altar, or perhaps walking down the aisle together after the ceremony, but shots like that are better left to the professional photographer, who must move as if she is invisible, a wraith summoned to preserve the moment while everyone else lives it.

So this shot of Brian and Shoshana dancing with one of the little nieces who attended will have to do, even if the little niece is obscured here. I managed to catch their smiles, and that is enough for me.

It makes me really happy to see them like this.

This was a long day of preparations for the ceremony, and because I was not a part of the wedding I watched from the sidelines as people scrambled about to get everything ready. No such event would be complete without some minor disaster, so the chuppah kindly filled this requisite when it proved too big to mount in the tiny sand pots we had available. Two of Brian’s friends rushed to the hardware store for bigger buckets and more sand, and managed to return just in time for the group photos, which had fortuitously run late. It was such a huge wave of convoluted logistics to get everything together, but as Brian said – without all these rituals we wouldn’t have the magic.

The ceremony began with the Concerning Hobbits theme, and both families came out like the heroes they are. Shoshana walked the aisle with smiles and tears, and I finally understood why people cry at weddings.

Brian has been a very good friend to me, always thoughtful and inquisitive, full of interesting questions that pushed me to consider things in ways that made the world a richer place to experience. It was wonderful to see him exchange vows with Soshana, their voices tremulous and happy, overflowing with love.

No bouquet was thrown, but at the end of the ceremony chocolate truffles were passed out to all the guests, who were asked to throw them at the couple as they exited. Brian actually caught mine, and I feel like that ought to mean something.

I didn’t know any of Brian’s friends there, though most of them knew each other. It hadn’t occurred to me how I’ve only really interacted with Brian as a single entity; our social spheres meet at a tangent. In a ceremony hosting a hundred and twenty people, I felt like a very small part of Brian’s life, and it was an honor to be there.

I talked with some of Brian and Shoshana’s friends throughout the evening – all intelligent, friendly people, and I wish I had more time to get to know them.

After the Horah and the couple’s first dance as newlyweds, the guests were invited to dance as well. I stood at first on the sidelines, of course, but Brian dragged me bodily onto the dance floor, where I really had quite a lot of fun. I had a conversation with another stranger there, dancing nonsense dances as we talked about our lives and how we knew the newlyweds.

This is the first wedding I’ve been to where I actually knew the couple, where I actually felt I could participate and celebrate them. Brian and Shoshana are wonderful people both, and they are surrounded by many other wonderful people, and from here forwards I’m sure many more lovely stories will unfold for the two of them.

where you end and I begin

Written by Umbrella Man

April 26, 2015 at 1:23 am

Posted in events, friends, people

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  1. Beautiful! 🙂


    April 26, 2015 at 5:10 am

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