Being a Celebrant
What a week! No, what a couple of weeks. The MOB contacted me a couple of weeks ago to ask if I could marry her and her long term partner, as he was extremely ill. It was suggested they could marry on the same day so a shortening of time was required. They went to a prescribed authority and it was granted!
Two days later I’m told it might have to be the day after the wedding as he was too ill to attend. So off to the prescribed authority again but whilst there they found out that it may have to happen before the wedding, so a range of 4 dates was requested and granted. I was contacted the next day to come that evening! Then I marry them.
At the daughter’s wedding I had met much of the family so felt comfortable with them. As bride and groom held hands, looking at each other with absolute love and joy pouring out of their very being, I had a moment. A moment where I was so connected and enthralled that I became aware that there was only the three of us in that moment. It was so special.
I think one of the reasons I had that connection with them is because I really felt for them. they had been planning their simple and understated wedding for 12 months. And then, in the week before their big day - a week that was supposed to be a celebrations of them filled with happiness, nerves and joy was taken over by something no one had any control of. Throughout the family crisis they were both amazing, magnaminous and positive.
So when it came to their wedding day, I was able to give them that moment when they were protected from the outside world and what was happening in it and all of the love and joy that should have been theirs poured down on them and they absolutely shone! I was swept up in their love and am so grateful that I shared that moment with them.
Love is truely sublime. When you can see the love emanating from a couple then that makes being a celebrant the ONLY job for me! 💕💕💕💕