It took five years, a cancelled resort holiday, the birth of our son, and countless iterations on just how we were going to manage it. Another resort wedding? Elope? Scotland? In the end, we picked Prince Edward Island in the town where my family on my father’s side began in this country four generations ago.
It was cheap and cheerful (but oh, there are bills to pay…) and everyone had a great time, as far as I know. Catered barbecue and home made wine make for a good evening. Our families finally met and drank together. We’re considering moving back to the Maritimes like we always do.
Also keeping with the Etsy theme, we ordered our rings from there as well.
When it began, Kerry made her entrance to the Imperial March from The Empire Strikes Back.
It was a non-religious ceremony. Readings were from So Long and Thanks for All the Fish by Douglas Adams and Christopher Marlowe’s “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.”
In my wedding vow, I stole a line from F. Scott Fitzgerald at the end:
Today is about our future and as we go forward together I will stand by you and in the good, the bad, and everything in between. I will do my best to be a good father to James and a good husband to you because I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
We concluded with a hand-fasting ceremony to honour Kerry’s Celtic roots.
And that was it, we were married.
The wedding was as much “us” as we could manage: It wasn’t entirely planned out. We took forever to make it happen and when it did, we got it a bit wrong. Because we always get it slightly wrong.
I told the lad we were now married.
“Are you still Daddy?”
“Yes, I’m still Daddy.”