Love Is...

Brandt and I just got back from a really neat Scottish wedding.  Unfortunately (but not surprisingly), Brandt couldn’t fully appreciate it.  It was an outdoor wedding, and I knew he was going to have a lot of trouble hearing the ceremony.  I tried to get him to sit close to the front, on an aisle seat, so he could possibly hear better, but he didn’t want to take the good seats away from family members (he’s too nice sometimes!)  There was a glimmer of hope when the pastor started out using a microphone, but he quickly discarded it because it was getting in his way and he declared, “I’m loud enough without it!”  No, he wasn’t; not enough.  Brandt missed all the funny moments, looking around confused when everyone in the audience burst into laughter.  I felt so bad for him…

The bride and groom had a handfasting (traditional Scottish practice of tying ribbon or cloth around the couple’s hands), which I have seen on Offbeat Bride but hadn’t seen in person before.  At the end of the ceremony, a man dressed in full Scottish garb surprised us all by playing a bagpipe. 

At the reception, while the bridal party was still taking pictures, we got to play with colored pencils.  Everyone got a sheet of paper with a bunch questions to fill out.  There were basic questions like “How far away did you travel from?,” “How did you meet the bride or groom?,” and “What is your favorite memory of the bride and groom as a couple?”  Brandt and I had fun answering “How many children do you think we will have?” (we said “19”) and “What will their names be?” (we listed 19 types of herbs—Basil, Rosemary, Cinnamon, Peppermint, etc).  For “What is one piece of advice for the newlyweds?,” I said “separate bathrooms!!” and Brandt said “always play Nintendo Wii in cooperative mode only!” 

We had trouble thinking of a funny answer for “Complete the phrase: ‘Love is…’”  All I could come up with was, “Love is SUPER-COOL!”  Brandt has been mis-hearing me a lot lately (more than usual—one of his hearing aids isn’t working right and has to get looked at next week), and today was particularly bad.  So he wrote down,

“Love is… like superglue.”

Then he looked off in the distance, thinking hard about how to explain it, and continued writing.

“It sticks you both together pretty strongly, with an almost unbreakable bond.”

He was very proud of himself, and I was quite impressed that he came up with something so profound based off a misunderstanding.  He told me, “Great suggestion!  That worked out well!”