3 generations under one roof

A few years ago, at a wedding ceremony I was officiating at the entire assembly of people laughed when I introduced the newly married couple. Let me take you back so you understand the day as I do, we shall see if you understand my horror. 

I am a woman of God, you see a minister of an interfaith church. I consider my self open-minded person; I take wedding ceremonies very seriously. On a beautiful spring day, I was standing in front of those gathered before me.

“Do you Lisa take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love only him forever until death do you part?” I asked.

Lisa standing there in her white dress filled with sequins from the neckline to the eight-foot train lying behind her. She was a beauty that is for sure.  Gazing loving upward at her future husband who was almost a foot taller then herself she half whispered, “I do.” 

Dick smiled down at his bride while holding her tiny hand in his. He was a proud man, a very hard worker to boot. He looked stunning in the rich black tuxedo he had rented for the occasion.

It was Dick’s turn so I began asking this giant of a man the same as I asked his bride.

“Do you Dick take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love only her forever until death do you part?” I asked.

With a smile that angels from heaven above could see, Dick replied, “I do, I certainly do” He beamed down a smile that made it seem as if only the two existed in this world.

I as a Minster thought it was the look of pure love. A love that would stand the test of time; no man could break. It was as if the rest of us in the room did not exist I knew this would be a solid marriage.

“By the power Vested in me by God” I paused as a young girl came running up the isle.

“Momma, Momma” she crying her pig tails flying behind her.  We all watched as she ran to her momma, almost tripping on the train. “Up, UP” she cried upon reaching her momma a full two-steps ahead of her winded grandma.

Lisa scooped up their daughter into her arms, quickly regaining her composure. 

When silence fell over the assembled crowd once more, I continued announcing the couple. “I am proud to announce Mr.”

“My Mommy got married to my daddy” She squealed to the assembled crowd; it took forever to get people settled back down. Laughter filled that grand old church, that day.

That day I officiated over the wedding on that beautiful spring day will live in infamy. In my heart, I could have never put together his first name in a sentence with his last name, without laughing myself. That little girl named Sarah Head saved my honor that day.

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