All ceremonies have their charm, but Tegan and Amay’s was something else. It was to be held at the bride’s parents farm, first there was to be a Hindu ceremony, representing the culture of the groom, followed by a civil ceremony, which was where I came in. I will do my best to describe the setting.
The family home was surrounded by beautiful park like gardens, rambling paths and walkways leading to perfect hidden spaces with seats or sculptures, vast flower beds, open lawn areas. The first lawn area was set up like a fair ground, with dodgem cars, (yes, just like at the show), slushie and popcorn machines and fun things to do. There was a bar area close to the house with cafe tables and chairs so guests could relax with their drinks as photos were taken.
The Hindu ceremony took place under a traditional canopy. The bride and groom were dressed in traditional dress and Tegan had the palms of her hands decorated intricately in henna. After the 45 minute ceremony and some photos, the wedidng party disappeared in side to change. Guests roamed through the gardens to another site, a natural amphi theatre with the end of each row of chairs at the aisle marked by a single tall sunflower growing in a pot which had been embedded into the ground.
For the civil ceremony the bride had changed in to a white wedding gown and the men wore suits. Tegan walked down the steep slope between the sun flowers on the arm of her father, preceeded by her brother and mother and bridesmaids as a piano was played. Amay looked just a bit awe struck. The ceremony was warm and heart felt and the guests loved that they had a few ‘will we, won’t we’ moments after I pronounced them husband and wife before they managed to coordinate a kiss. Most couples now don’t really wait for permission to have a kiss. They just get into it.
But there was little hitch. Just after the rings the microphone decided to go on strike. I was using theirs, not mine which runs on batteries, and I think someone had accidently knocked a cord loose from the power source. Tegan and Amay looked a bit down cast for just a moment but I assured them it was no problem. Thank goodness for all that practice taking assemblies in a school hall with 300 kids in my previous life as a Deputy Principal, when you could never rely on the microphone working. Actors and teachers can project their voices. And I did. Even though it was a very large crowd those at the back told me later they had heard clearly.
Their “perfect day’, as they referred to it later, concluded with a sit down dinner in a marquee finishing, I imagine, with those dodgem cars. A really spectacular wedding.