Mo’s wedding was simply one of the most charming, unique, relaxing and enjoyable weddings I’ve ever attended. She colored entirely outside the box— no surprise, right?— and did so with such faith in who she is and how she wanted to start her new life, it was a roaring success.
All the details were totally “them”- from the Airstream food truck that made chicken and waffles to nosh, to the board games spread all over the tables, to the competition Pez dispensers for favors, where guests had to choose between her beloved Seattle Mariners and his Boston Red Sox. (I may or may not have have taken three Red Sox Pez dispensers, hoping to stilt the results). The wedding cake was an assortment of cupcakes, with a tiny real cake topped with flowers and dinosaurs:
This wedding was proof that you simply do not have to buy into the wedding industrial complex to have a fantastic, enjoyable, fun and personal celebration of lives joining. There was no processional, no attendants, no aisle, no bouquet throwing. The ceremony was personal, with handwritten vows that included promises to love and cherish along side references to Doctor Who, Joss Whedon and possible options during a zombie apocalypse. Like I said, it was perfectly them- intimate, funny, open and overflowing with wonderful, quirky love.
I’m so grateful I was able to be a part of it. I’m really happy for my dearest friend, and for the triumph of love in the face of the messiness and sharp edges of life. Things like this need to be (and should be) celebrated. Namaste, my friends. Love wins.