I normally have a camera in hand. At this event, I was asked not to have a camera, but instead to focus on those who were there. It did allow me to meet many of my new family members and to greet lots of people. I didn’t get to spend much time with my sisters or my mother. That part was hard overall, but it was important to be out and about. The other thing I missed out on was the crab cakes at the buffet. They were gone by the time I got to the food. Oh well. I guess being the host sometimes means you have to do without. The actual service, these pictures are of that, was held in the Hay Mow of the location, A haymow is normally full of hay, although, this time of year, the hay is probably still in the field.
This was not a traditional ceremony. We didn’t have an officiant, that service had occurred prior. The reason for the earlier marriage had to do with health insurance (my daughter gets it through work, my son-in-law does not). This felt more like a letting go than the first ceremony did. Walking my daughter down the aisle of the haymow, felt like a change. Not that she will stop being my little girl. Not that I would, or will change but that there are new variables now. After the ceremony, it felt different. First, my daughter and my son-in-law read the vows they had written for each other. Both of them echoing the words my wife and I used 28 years before (I wrote those vows then).
I will be there for you.
I will always be in your corner.
That is the magic of marriage, that someone is on your side, in your corner. My wife is amazing at that. She is amazing at many things, as is my daughter. But the joy that she everyone is present. My daughter as well does that. I am not going to spend a lot of time reflecting on the day now, and I have another post planned to cover the emotional response. Today I wanted to focus on that moment of separation, that is signified by the pictures of our hug, my daughter and i.