This weekend I got to be in my first wedding. I really do mean that I got to be in it. A lot of singles I know hate weddings. HATE them. I do not. In the past few years, I’ve been blessed to attend some spectacular weddings. I’ve been moved to tears. I’ve had my breath taken away. And I am pleased to tell you that the wedding of the weekend surpassed all the others.
I don’t remember exactly when I met Jordan, but over the years, she’s become a dear friend of mine. She is one of the humblest, sweetest girls I’ve ever known, and I treasure her in a perfectly unique way. Like many of Jordan’s Tucson friends, I felt as if the guy she ended up with would have to be the nicest guy in the whole history of the world.
We all first got to meet Jeremy a few months ago, when the couple came down to Tucson for a weekend. He’s a farmer extraordinaire and, as high as our standards were for Jordan’s fella, he surpassed them all. He comes from an amazing family, works hard, and is a genuinely good guy in the most honest, wholesome manner. He’s the perfect match for Jordan.
Friday morning, I headed out toward the big CA, and arrived in Holtville an hour or two before the rehearsal, and I totally didn’t know what to expect. Having never been in a wedding, brides always seem a bit like celebrities to me. I’ve always felt like I shouldn’t be that person who hogs all of the bride’s time or expects her to pay any attention to me – after all, everyone wants a piece of them, right? But that’s what I loved about being in the bridal party.
Jordan’s wedding is the first one where I realized what the bridal party is really about. Prior to this weekend, I think I secretly believed it was a status thing – like bridal parties include the people bride and groom want to display for all the world to admire. It’s as if they’re saying, “Look at my attractive friends! I have so many of them, too!” After this weekend, I think I get it a bit better that it’s really about those people who have been there and will hopefully continue to be there for a lifetime. I’ve been to so many weddings where the bridal party friendships don’t even last a year beyond the wedding, but Jordan’s bridesmaids have all withstood the test of time, and all of us wanted it to be a perfect day for Jordan. I was honored that Jordan included me, not because I needed a chance for everyone to admire my pretty dress, but because I got to make sure Jordan got her Starbucks when she was off doing this or that to make things go smoothly. I was honored to get to take care of her a bit on her big day.
Once the wedding got going, everything fell into place. The sun sunk down slowly enough for perfect lighting and a beautiful sunset. The twinkle lights spread romance and whimsy. The food was amazing. The dance floor was lively and full.
I couldn’t have hoped for more for Jordan and her fella.
So thank you, my friend, for teaching me how a wedding should be and giving me hope for my own future.