Surely by that time all the controversy over same-sex marriage will have melted into nothing, like the Wicked Witch of the West.
Ever since I broke the news on my blog that we had gotten a marriage license in the small town of Ridgefield, Conn., we have been getting well wishes, congratulations and high fives.
It’s very nice when your personal life seems to matter to people.
Some folks want to know “all the juicy details,” so in the interest of spreading goodwill and opening up the window on what a same-sex wedding looks like, here’s all the dish in the style of wedding reportage we used to use back in the old days of community newspapering.
‘Big fat lesbian wedding’
First of all, we had boldly invited everyone in both families, and some friends, to a “big fat lesbian wedding,” but it turned out to be a serene and, if I may say so, transcendent affair that one of my sisters called “a time out of time.”
The 3 p.m. May 25 ceremony took place in the beautiful Green Rocks Inn on Danbury Road in Ridgefield, officiated by Justice of the Peace Mary Pugh, who wore a white robe with purple stole.
A magnificent flower arrangement of tiger lilies, orchids, carnations and other flowers and greens added to the decor of the art-filled living room of the inn, where the ceremony took place.
While waiting for the wedding to begin, guests listened to medieval guitarist John Renbourne’s “The Lady and the Unicorn” and classical selections arranged by wedding planner Andre Dery, who supervised the event.
The processional music was Enya’s “Shepherd Moons.”
The brides wore pants suits from the Southwest Indian Foundation.
Sharon’s was a four-piece blue and purple silk suit with gauzy overblouse and sash; Cindy’s was a three-piece cinnamon suit with flowing top.
