Amy and Greg: A Heartfelt Community Wedding in Charlemont, MA
Amy is an old friend from college. We hadn't talked in YEARS at the point she got engaged, but this would be the way we reconnected. Now, one of my biggest fears is that I'll work with a friend, and halfway through the process, I'll suddenly realize that I'm completely wrong for them. And then they will Hate. Me. Forever. I filter my potential couples pretty rigorously....to make sure we're really right for each other. But friends. Ah, friends. It's hard to keep my head when a friend's involved.
I'm happy to say that my fears were completely unfounded. (WHEW!) And what an absolutely, astonishingly FANTASTIC way for me to get to reacquainted...with fresh perspective and my eyes wide open. So let's stop talking about me and talk a little about Amy and Greg.
People are really into "adult-only" weddings these days. After all, kids are disruptive to the "perfect day." They destroy any illusions of perfection. They force us to improvise. They blow through the best-laid plans. They have meltdowns and needs. They giggle, they play. They hang on glass doors wearing their best shirts. They are so...utterly...unabashedly human.
Amy and Greg aren't afraid and they're far from sterile. They are real as real can be. These two see the world exactly as it is, and they treat that world like it's a pretty awesome place. They didn't want a wedding that felt like an escape from the things that make life full - they wanted one that would celebrate all those things. Community, family, friendship and love.
That's why Amy and Greg's wedding day was teeming with kids. And family. And friends. Everywhere. Piles of people and shoes and clothes and toys and doors slamming and love everywhere.
But let's start at the beginning. No matter how good your intentions, weddings have a way of overwhelming even the most down-to-earth people. So that morning, before everything got started, Amy and Greg took a few moments together, in the quiet of the morning rain and the Deerfield River. A few moments to remember what they value, and what this day was about for them.
They'd return to the hubbub, and slip right back into the fold. Between Frisbee tossing and porch talk, sandwiches, laughter and cookies...there were also final gifts and final touches before they'd get ready for real.
And these two remained unfazed, let me tell you. Unfazed by the meltdowns of tiny people in the wedding party (a song will fix that!). Unfazed by discovering there was no mirror around (that's what the TV's for.)
Here's what made Amy and Greg's wedding incredible: it was never about performance, or perfection. For Amy and Greg, a wedding was about celebrating partnership and celebrating it with the community that matters most to them. Whether that meant running around shrieking in the lawn, playing parachute, imbibing alcohol, dancing, relaxing, gossiping or eating pie. In letting go of the common ideas that a wedding needs to be a certain way, look a certain way, flow a certain way, these two created space. Space that was anything but sterile. They created space in which everyone could be themselves, without reservation. They created space in which the day could unfold however it was meant to. And that space - like magic - made room for everyone to find and share play, laughter, joy, love, connection in whatever shape was right for them. That space made room for love to take form in its truest shapes.
There is no doubt in my mind...of how loved Amy and Greg are. Everyone around them lights up when they look at these two, talk about these two, celebrate these two. Friends and family talk of their humor, generosity of spirit, strength and resolve. Amy. Greg. My old friend, and my new one: may you always, always, always walk in friendship with bright eyes and open hearts...surrounded by the many hearts you love so honestly and well.
Amy and Greg's wedding took place in the gorgeous, rambling houses and grounds of Warfield House Inn, in Charlemont, MA.