It was Christmas Eve at Joyce Hatcher's house when Mariah leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Can you keep a secret??" I slapped both hands over my mouth and exclaimed (in a muffled tone, I guess): "No!! No, I can't!!"
By the look on her face I could tell that was not the right response. Luckily she decided to tell me anyway.
And so it began: 6 months of wild anticipation.
Mariah and Andrew were married on June 6 at Sajo Farms, a place so untouched by the rest of Virginia Beach that I thought I was in a Ralph Lauren ad. Everything about the event, the ceremony was beautiful and inspirational. Good thing there was a cocktail hour because it gave KW and I a good 45 minutes to twirl around gushing and being
proud of ourselves for attending such a lovely affair.
When Mariah's secret finally materialized, it was worth the wait. Andrew's reaction made me feel like a billion bucks, and I had nothing to do with it.
I wish I had a glass to raise right now to the newlyweds, who are lovely and full of visions of peace, creativity and community.
On a more melancholy and full circle note, I mourned the end of their wedding evening, much like that awkward early evening time of Christmas day-- when you know you must savor every last moment because what you've waited so long for is almost done.
Cheers to Andrew and Mariah Miller!
1 comment:
ever since you mentioned writing about our wedding we have been giddy with anticipation.
i just read out loud to andrew your post. it was a glorious moment in the miller/breitenberg household this morning. your summary of the event gratifies my heart almost more than the actual event itself. the only thing that would have made it better would have been a petting zoo with unicorns.
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