A few words on our wedding season.
Prior to our wedding, we were involved in premarital counseling and sought additional outside counsel from various couples we respected. We knew we needed help preparing us for marriage. On top of that, we both had our fair share of 'baggage" to deal with, hopefully in a constructive, together, sort of way. In retrospect, from the advice that was shared, no one quite seemed to get it right in terms of what to expect, how I would feel, etc. Perhaps the truth of the matter is that marriage isn’t the same for everyone. All those counselors could do is speak from their experience, and hope it guides our future in a positive way. Our story though, was different from others we’d known.
“Steve, we have some things to talk about. Perhaps you should sit down,” were the words trickling from my boss’s mouth.
Immediately my mind raced to oh no, I’m getting fired. I’m getting fired?
I had been working for a small consulting company based in Easton Pennsylvania, an hour and half away from where we lived, for the previous two years. Rachel and I had just signed a year lease for an apartment in Easton, the weekend prior. We were excited to move when we got married, which was in the end of September. This discussion took place in the last week of August.
“Do I need to update my resume?” I asked half-jokingly.
My boss went onto explain that he had sold his small consulting company, to a not so small consulting company, but that I would have a job within the new company. No, I would not need to update my resume. The moment of angst swiftly passed, at least for the immediate future. Additionally, he would remain my boss, which was a positive from my side, though maybe not from his - it is hard to tell. He had mentioned previously he didn’t love managing people. Maybe he was joking.
The next wave of concern crashed through my mind, “do I need to get out of my lease?”
Fortunately for everyone involved, my boss included, we were going to work out of our small, previous book store, office in downtown Easton. My first day would be Monday, September 29th, the Monday after our wedding. No, no, for you who wonder… My boss was not unreasonable. He was actually great. My first day with the new company would take place while I was on my honeymoon, but I would be on vacation, clearly. The first week at the new company would be the easiest first week I’ve ever had, the kind where you aren’t actually at work.
The special day, was special. We joke that our wedding was the best wedding; I’m sure most couples do. However, we are quite sure ours actually was. This is confirmed by everyone we’ve talked to about it saying so. Even our friend wedding photographer told us it was in the top few she had ever been to. She had been to a lot of weddings, so that is saying something. It was a perfect day involving our friends, family, and Rachel’s creativity.
Some of the most memorable moments were the best man and maid of honor speeches, and for all intents and purposes, the backup maid of honor and 2nd man speeches. What could we say; we liked hearing stories about ourselves. Brittany had the crowd rolling about our running, or lack thereof adventures. Brian told the tale of my career path and the qualities of mine it spoke to. Debbie spoke to how beautiful Rachel was and Luke focused on a younger time of my life and the importance of Jack Daniels. They were truly touching moments.
The most embarrassing moment came when we went to cut the cake. In all the uncertainty of wedding formalities, it was unclear to me when to miss my wife’s mouth with the cake and brush her face with it. What ensued was basically a side arm swing of wedding cake directly at Rachel’s face. Everyone felt embarrassed for me, including myself. Next time someone asks me for wedding advice, I’ll be sure to direct them on knowing the purpose of those wedding traditions, and how to go about executing them without looking like an aggressive moron.
We went out from our reception, to my Prius covered with icing, to leave for the night, when we realized one last hiccup; the car doors were locked. Fortunately, my brother saved the day, unlocking us to the next stage in life. We got all aboard and drove off to our hotel with a Jacuzzi, which would become a pattern we’ve found hard to break.
Thanks for reading.
Photo Credits: Blackstone Photography