Best. Wedding. Ever.

With us girls and Will in the cab of the truck, and the guys piled in the back, we drove up to the summit. Of course we had all the windows down and were jammin’ to some sweet Indian music. We circled the pavilion, and parked behind.

The guys jumped out and danced down the isle. I switched the iPod to Aradhan’s song “Psalm 91,” which sounded very wedding-y, but with Hindi words. The bridesmaids walked down the isle, followed by our flower girl.  The ring bearer started running down the isle, but then stopped, so Duane & his mom (a bridesmaid) lured him to the front.

Our wedding was everything I could ever want, walking down a short isle to the front.

Then standing beside the man I love, and singing to the Father together, “Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord God almighty, who was and is and is to come,” feeling the warm sunshine and soft breeze, while gazing at the beauty of the mountains, “with all creation I sing, praise to the King of Kings, you are my everything.” Ok, so I was too choked up to actually sing, but it was sooo wonderfully perfect!

We could have stopped right there.

Les shared something about Adam and Eve and the garden, and how we are creating a place of intimacy in our relationship and with the Father, and how two together can do twice as much as one, and then with the Father, nothing is impossible.

Duane & I read our vows off of the iPhone. “I take you as my Biblically wedded...” (We’d rather be “Biblically wedded”, since “lawfully wedded” doesn’t really mean anything now-days)

Then we mixed the unity sand - two different colors blended together impossible to be separated, as a simple of our love. It was also slightly representative of my neat personality, as we carefully poured the sand, and I bent down to look at it at eye level, to make sure we were mixing it well. I heard some chuckles...

Next we exchanged rings, the unending circles, representing our unending marriage. Les pronounced us married and introduced us to our friends and family.

We all danced out of there, to “Jai Ho.” The only thing that could have been better would be if the whole wedding party could have danced like they did at the end of Slumdog Millionaire.