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Ceremony - Part I

weather: mostly sunny
outside: 15°C
mood: peaceful
We arrived at 10:30 at the church, bang-on schedule. I hid downstairs in the church's daycare area with B, M, K, B (Da Grrlz), Michelle (flower girl), Alexander (ring bearer), and sometimes Lucille and Gwen (the church hostesses). The kids entertained me and the girls chatted with me and kept me company. =)

When it was time to walk, I made my way upstairs. Guest-Friend-Anthon had just gotten in and saw me as I got to the lobby outside the Sanctuary. I motioned him to sign the Guest Book, then I saw Guest Friends, BK and J, run in. =)

I was pretty much numb at that point. I couldn't really hear much. I wasn't paying much attention to what Roy (the Organist) was playing, but I trusted that it was beautiful =) I could hear the Pachelbel and watched as Gwen did her slow sweeping to signal people into the Sanctuary.

I was trying to greet people by meeting their eyes as I was walking down the aisle. It gave me something to do and kept me smiling. I got passed off from Father Man to Husband Guy and Husband Guy lifted my veil. No problems.

Here, I was in a cap sleeved gown and I was feeling comfortable, temperature-wise. I knew that if I was feeling this comfie, W, in a three layer tux, would be sweating cats and dogs. And that he did. He had water pouring down his face and neck like nothing you've ever seen before. =O At the joining of the hands, when Rev. Miles said, "These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes: tears of sorrow, tears of joy..." I reached up and wiped a bead of sweat off him.

Reverend Miles was kind enough to take a little break for the Best Man, C, to mop W up a little =) Everyone broke into huge laughter... that entertained the crowd for a while =D

Out of the entire ceremony, The Taking of the Hands meant the most to me:

W and S, the hand offered by each of you in this ceremony is an extension of self. Cherish the touch, for you touch not only your own, but also another life. Be ever sensitive to its pulse. Seek always to understand and respect its rhythm. Take each other in gentleness and warmth.

Please face each other and hold both hands so that you may see the gift that they are to you. These are the hands that will express passion, gentleness, and strength for you. These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes: tears of sorrow, tears of joy. These are the hands that will comfort you in illness and grief, and will support and celebrate with you in happiness. These are the hands that, when joined with yours, will help both of you fulfill your greatest dreams.

May your hands always be held by one another. May they have the strength to hold on during the storms of stress and the dark of disillusionment. May they remain tender and gentle, as you nurture each other in your love. May these hands continue building a relationship founded in trust and rich in caring. May you, W and S, always see each others' hands as those of healer, protector, shelter, and guide.

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