To Have And To Hold All The Wonder Yet Received (and to make room for more, because it’s coming)
Wedding Season is upon us all, particularly if you’re the bride/mother of the bride/sister of the bride/best friend of the bride/father of the bride/groom of the bride/bride of the bride/best man of the bride…
This is a season for grand adventures, for starting out, for starting over, for starting something transcendent and transforming, for going forward without reservations with love, hope, heart, bravery, and will.
With this heart, I thee wed.
This is a season to celebrate unions, to reaffirm commitments, to surround and be surrounded in love, to pay particular attention to this most important adventure — the one you begin when you both say I do. With those words — you both embark on everything else, together, thereafter and onward.
Waxing Poetic emphatically believes there is no one right way to do a wedding, just as much as we believe there is no right way to tell (or write) a story, to make a poem, to make an adventure, or to be — just as long as you are true to yourself, true to your beloved, and you grant yourself permission to MAKE THIS MOMENTOUS MOMENT YOURS (however it makes sense to you), because it is.
We love weddings. All the weddings. All the love. All the varieties.
In fact, we encourage and celebrate making the event a celebration of YOU and your wondrous intended — whether that means a rustic-meets-luxe barn wedding or a grand catered affair or a portable disco party or something very sweet and quiet in a small chapel or a rolicking adventure with mariachis or costumes or something dreamy and simple and perfectly apt for the two most important people there…all of it is wonderful, so long as it is wonderfully yours.
Elopement more your speed? Yesssss….We swoon for a good story. Tell us yours?
Medium sized, traditional, with a cello player? Of course!
Micro-sized with a hot air balloon, two betrothed beloveds, and someone to make it official? YES YES.
On a subway en route to see the Yankees? Why not?
Beachside? Always yes.
Vineyard? Delicious yes.
Destination as in your own backyard, your parents’ house, a favorite pergola in the botanical garden where your grandmother was a docent and where you first learned about and to love peonies? YES YES YES.
Wedding disguised as someone else’s party in a beautiful location where guests are invited under the pretext of said party but is in fact a surprise wedding? OH DEFINITELY YES (one of us did this, in fact, and it remains one of the best decisions we ever made…and perhaps someday you’ll read about it here, but today, just know that…it was glorious.).
Wedding as yet undescribed in our list but involving you, your beloved, and whomever you deem necessary with whatever method of celebration and ceremony you both choose and whatever manner of attire/scene/theme/adventure/duration/color palette/music/dancing/no dancing/endless mexican street food or exquisite amuse bouches or your favorite barbeque or perhaps something very classical and/or…it could go on but really; ANYTHING else that you wish to include and request the honor of and your friends/family/chosen family’s company for? YES YES YES.
You found each other. You’re celebrating the intersection of one another’s journeys and wending a new way together, and we…are just starry-eyed and cheering for all of it. You are in love and you are declaring that to all and we are…joystruck.
And now, because we love it, some Latin:
Amor Vincit Omnia (you know this one: “love conquers all”)
Amor Magicae est Realis. (you should know this one: “love is real magic”)