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The Human Touch

The Human Touch

Teresa Bell Kindred


Weddings

Every little girl dreams of her wedding day and in her dreams the day is always perfect. Unfortunately it is often hard for the ceremony to live up to the image we create in our minds.

One of the favorite wedding stories at our house is one that involves my husband Bill. Because he was good friends with the groom he agreed to play the organ at the ceremony even though he had never played at a wedding before. As luck would have it the bride's grandmother was late and so Bill repeated the same songs over and over until he and the guests were tired of them. Already nervous and perspiring heavily he decided to add some variety to the music program and began playing songs he knew by heart. Bill panicked when he heard a few snickers from the audience. What had he done? Then he realized the song he was playing was "What Kind of Fool Am I?"

Another wedding I attended the young man who was holding the rings for the groom suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom. The preacher was in the middle of an exceptionally long prayer and the young man performed what can only be described as contortions as he tried not to have an accident on the church floor.

Of all the weddings I have attended the one that I remember most vividly wasn't the most expensive or elaborate ceremony. In fact it was at a small country church with only a few guests in attendance. When the groom gently lifted his bride's veil all the hopes and dreams of a life time were reflected on their young faces. If I could capture the look in their eyes at that moment I could bottle it and sell it for millions.

From that simple ceremony and from being married for sixteen years to the same man I have learned a valuable lesson. It isn't how much money you spend on a wedding, where you have it, or who comes to see you wed. It doesn't matter if the "perfect" day doesn't turn out perfectly. Because in the end, it isn't the ceremony that counts. It's what happens afterward. The weeks and years, the laughter and tears, that bind a man and woman together.

It is the rejoicing together during the richer times, and the holding of hands during the poorer times. It is the promise and commitment of, "No matter what comes our way I will never leave you. I will always believe in you and I will always be at your side until death we do part." That's what makes a wedding and that's what makes a marriage.

Teresa Bell Kindred can be reached by e-mail at deepsouth@reporters.net.

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