Who doesn’t like a wedding?
Weddings always give me great pleasure to me. I enjoy thinking about the ceremony, planning all the surrounding events, soaking in the rich love of the moment, and reflecting on newly formed memories.
Lane (David Lane Williams V), our first grandchild, married Margie, a beautiful young woman on Saturday, August 6, 2016. I felt blessed to be able to participate before, during, and after the event. Grandpa and I already knew and loved each of the groomsmen and the minister. Although we had not known the bridesmaids or Margie’s parents long, we sincerely enjoyed them.
Jack Sanders, Lane’s best man, did his job with excellence — even refusing to hand over the ring when Lane wanted it at the wrong time in the ceremony (an unforgettable memory to be sure). Jesse Plaza served as a groomsman and as the couple’s personal wedding photographer. Steven Galindo, another groomsman functioned as a professional Master of Ceremonies and sound system expert.
Most surprising of all, Lane’s childhood friend, Parker Danks stepped into the role of the minister. (Yes, it is legal for an individual to do this one time.) Parker took his job seriously and came through with love. Following the ceremony, both Parker and Steven amazed us with their spectacular dancing. Lane’s Coast Guard guests also demonstrated some remarkable dance moves. Would you believe I joined them?
All of the speeches and toasts moved me to laughter and tears. Lane’s younger brother, Dalton introduced himself as Lane’s “younger, taller, smarter, and slightly more handsome brother”. I loved it! Even though I do not speak Spanish, I gave a speech in both el español and in el inglés. Thankfully — only progress and not perfection are required!
Another highlight for me came when Lane, Jack, Jesse, and Steven sang the quartet song that had won them a first in state competition as high school seniors. This created another, “I loved it” moment. (Grandpa and I had been in the room when the guys rightfully impressed that judge.)
Jack’s dad, Roy, baked two scrumptious wedding cakes, which Jack’s mother, Diane decorated beautifully. (We dined on possibly the best-tasting wedding cakes in history.)
Margie’s mother cooked all day to provide a wonderful meal. Her father baked delicious chicken. Grandpa and I delivered 400 tamales from Austin to add to the festivities. Did we have any tamales left over? Oh my goodness, yes!
Throughout the weekend, I continued to flashback to the first time we took care of Lane when he was three weeks old. We arrived to find a tiny red-faced and screaming little guy. The baby and I and I began to rock and I started to sing my Grandma Effie’s bedtime song. Almost instantly, the baby relaxed and went to sleep. Countless memories followed that first one. All remain precious to me.
Now, we add a new treasured and significant chapter. Getting married, even in a cynical world, still qualifies as a sacred event and a life changer. As Lane and Margie begin a new life as a couple, I pledge to love them forever. “Te amaré por siempre.”