Suzanne was gorgeous in her old world European style gown. She wore the headpiece from her mother’s wedding dress, rebeaded with pearls from her grandmother’s veil, and carried pieces of her grandmother’s veil in her bouquet. She was the image of a beautiful Italian bride straight out of the 40’s.
The bridesmaids wore sage dresses and carried yellow cala lilies.
The Reverend Stickney officiated the ceremony, guiding the proceedings with his deep, distinguished voice. Suzanne and Jason chose beautiful readings for their ceremony, the first had a line I love:”Love is an ancient delerium.” (How true, I thought, watching Jason gaze at Suzanne, transfixed.) Then, one of Suzanne’s bridesmaids read a poem she had written for the couple. It told how Suzanne would watch Jason sleeping and wonder if he would sleep as soundly in sixty years, if he would still find her beautiful with lines on her face. The poem ended, “‘Grow old with me,’ he said to her. And she said, ‘Yes.'”