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Something blue

July 28, 2012 by Beth Shepherd

Five years ago, as I dressed for my wedding, I slipped a vintage 1960s Mexican wedding gown over my head, and placed my rose-gold engagement ring, circa 1880, on my right-hand ring finger. On my feet were brand-new espadrille sandals and my new wedding band was tucked into in the suit pocket of our best man, Tom. With great care, I pinned a delicate broach to the back of my dress, borrowed from my dear friend Dee, who was too ill to attend our wedding. Something old, something new, something borrowed.

Yet something blue eluded me, even though it would be a fair to say my mood was blue in the moments before I said “I do,” certainly not what you would expect from a bride on her wedding day, but understandable given our officiate had called to tell us she would be unable to make our ceremony, a mere three hours before we were supposed to say “I do.” In those hours, the sky was filled with dark gray clouds, rain threatened, and gray crept into our spirits as we faced the potential of a wedding without someone to marry us.

With less than an hour to spare before our ceremony, we received a response to the “Urgent: officiate needed” message Sarah, owner of Eleven Winery, had posted on IslandMoms, a Yahoo chat group (the winery’s tasting room is where I had been when I received the bad news about our original officiate).

Soon after, the clouds lifted and sunshine warmed the shoulders of 48 guests seated facing the little pond that backed up to ancient the cedar tree, under which we were to become husband and wife.

The sound of Louis Armstrong’s What a wonderful world filled the air as I took my first steps out the door and down the stairs of Morgan Hill, walking slowly toward the cedar tree, where Big Papa stood waiting for me. Our newly-found officiate was smiling by his side.  My eyes brimmed with tears as I walked, catching glimpses of smiles from family and friends.

At that moment, a juvenile great blue heron flew in and perched atop a rustic log bench, clearly a guest and visible to all who attended, save the bride and groom themselves. We faced each other, sheltered by the giant branches of the big old cedar, unaware.

The heron sat and watched as we promised to love and care for each other for the rest of our days. He sat and watched as we exchanged rings, tokens of our commitment to each other. He sat and watched until we kissed, husband and wife at last. And then he flew off.

As we celebrated the first hours of our marriage, guest after guest shared stories of the heron who visited our wedding. Maybe he was there in spirit, a winged representative for those who were unable to join us on this day, because they were no longer in this world or too sick to travel. Or maybe his appearance foretold of one who might become part of our lives a few years down the road.

Our heron is one of my most cherished memories from our wedding day. Something blue.

Great blue heronGreat Blue Heron, Morgan Hill, July 28, 2007

Filed Under: Family Tagged With: great blue heron, heron, Morgan Hill Retreat, something blue, wedding

As long as we both shall live

July 28, 2010 by Beth Shepherd

Weddings are momentous occasions. Two people begin their lives together. Sacred vows are shared before a community of loved ones and friends. A commitment is made to honor and care for one another for a lifetime: through sickness or health, for richer or poorer.

wedding vowsBig Papa and I said our vows to each other merely three years ago. At 48, and marrying for the first time, I could hardly be described as young or naïve. I’d been around the block enough times to know that life can throw some serious curveballs that test one’s mettle much less a relationship.

I’d seen my own parents’ marriage dissolve amidst larger-than-life crises: a husband paralyzed by a stroke and a daughter who had cancer twice as a child. Even the best of relationships sometimes break under strain.

Yet I also knew relationships that withstood gale force winds and came through on the other side even stronger than before. So as we prepared for our wedding, we chose two couples, whose relationship we admired, to say a few words and offer wisdom that we could draw on when times got tough.

I asked my closest childhood friend, Dee, and her husband Gaylen. They had been married nineteen years and Dee had been through a first bout and now a recurrence of breast cancer. Big Papa asked Bill and Pat, whom he’d known for six years. Bill had served on the same WWII ship that Big Papa’s father also served on. Bill and Pat had been married for 63 years.

As it turned out, neither couple was able to be there with us as we said “I do.”  Dee and Pat were each struggling with illness and a cross-country trip was out of the question.  But, they were there with us in spirit.

Something borrowedShortly after they each called to let us know they’d be absent, a package arrived from Dee. In it, was a small antique pin that Dee’s mother had given her. Dee told me she wanted me to have it to wear on my wedding day.

A few weeks later we received two letters, first one from Pat and then one from Bill. Pat shared letters with us that she’d written to Bill over the years: one from the days when he was away at sea and she was waiting for him to return and another where she wrote to Bill describing some of the challenges they’d been through together over their many years of marriage and how they’d managed to overcome them. Bill’s letter offered wisdom and support, along with a few tips of things he and Pat had done over the years to ‘hold tight’ when their spirits sagged.

On the night before we got married, Dee called me to personally relay her best wishes and ask if she could send an email with a note she and Gaylen had written for us to read during our ceremony. Big Papa and I gathered up these words from our friends to share with each other and our guests on our wedding day.

And what a day it was! We’d already managed to find a new location to hold our ceremony when our original site canceled some six months before. A second B&B was lined up for our first night together as a married couple when the B&B where we’d intended to stay announced they were going out of business, just two months before our day. But when our officiant called Big Papa to say she wouldn’t be there to pronounce us man and wife just three hours before the ceremony…well, you can imagine that we were already putting the “through good times and bad” to the test.

joyIt’s fair to say that in the process of getting married, we ran into a few catastrophes. And yet, miracles happened too, not the least of which was that a post, “Urgent! Officiant needed!” placed on IslandMoms, an internet chat group, turned up Debbi, the just-right-for-us officiant who made it to lovely Morgan Hill Retreat with minutes to spare. Lo and behold Big Papa and I became Mr. and Mrs.

Three years later we’ve experienced our share of trials and tribulations. We moved my elderly disabled father across the country two months before our wedding and overseeing his care (and him) has not been easy. Our adoption journey has been the source of many spirited and dispirited moments along with some pretty significant stress. My dear friend Dee passed away as did my beloved, nearly 18-year-old cat, Madison. We powered through a home remodel where we lived in one room and didn’t have a shower for four months. Our car was totaled in front of our house. And yes, like most couples, we’ve had your typical run-of-the-mill arguments.

In equal measure, we can lay claim to hours of sheer joy and days filled with playfulness, wonder and deep abiding love. Adventures to beautiful places both near and far have been ours: Tibet, Armenia, Willamette Valley and the California coast. Our home, the Urban Cabin, is now filled with light and a peaceful green oasis greets us outside our back door. We have enjoyed many amazing meals – some with food grown by our two hands and wine discovered on trips through the Pacific Northwest. Our understanding of ourselves and each other has improved by leaps and bounds and together we’ve tackled challenges and worked toward achieving our dreams.

Isn’t this what relationships, marriage – and life – are all about? You take the highs with the lows and the good with the bad. Things don’t always go the way you expect or happen in the time frame you might want. Then again, sometimes they do. “Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.”

Truly, it’s the marriage, not the wedding that that those vows are really all about: the day in and day out meandering along in the world, looking out towards the future, remembering the past and enjoying the here and now.

I can almost hear Bill encouraging us to hold hands each night and try not to go to sleep angry with each other. I can see the images described in Pat’s letter: how sweet Bill is when he brings her coffee first thing each morning and how he stood by her during a long bout of depression.

I doLast night Big Papa and I sat together on the antique park bench we bought in honor of our third anniversary. I nestled my head against his shoulder and remembered a story Dee told me about being stuck with Gaylen inside their home for several days during a long snowstorm. Sitting next to each other on the sofa, she said, “It’s a good thing we like each other.”

When we exchanged marriage vows, I hoped that – on the balance – “health” would outweigh “sickness” and “good” would be more prevalent than “bad.” I still do. But no matter where the road may take us, I believe in the vows we said to each other and I believe in us.

…It will not always be smooth sailing; your relationship will be challenged.  But in our experience, the process of weathering these storms will only serve to deepen and enrich the feelings that originally brought you together.

~excerpt from Dee and Gaylen’s wedding blessing

Happy Anniversary Big Papa! How lucky am I to travel through time with you by my side.

Filed Under: Family, Friendship Tagged With: anniversary, IslandMoms, Marriage, Morgan Hill Retreat, relationship, vows, wedding

Wedding bell blues

July 26, 2009 by Beth Shepherd

Part III of V

The first sign of trouble began six months later, when I received the e-mail from the owner of the B&B where the ceremony would be held. The city council on Bainbridge Island had decided to uphold a little known (and rarely enforced) ordinance that prohibited B&Bs from hosting “events” on their property. The e-mail said that she would have to cancel our wedding. That’s right, cancel our wedding.

Panic ensued. We scrambled around trying to see if the ordinance could be overlooked (no); whether there were any other venues we could use on the island for our wedding date (no); and, finally what other options we could scrounge up. We looked at prospective wedding sites in Port Orchard, Seattle and Whidbey Island.

A couple months later, our good friends, Carolyn and Wendell, were visiting from Michigan and staying at Morgan Hill Retreat, a B&B in Poulsbo, just a 20-minute drive north from Bainbridge Island. I called to talk to Carolyn and found myself chatting with Marcia, Morgan Hill’s owner. “Hey, this is a really random question,” I ventured. “Would you ever consider holding a wedding at your B&B?” “Yes,” she said. She would.

Morgan Hill Retreat

Morgan Hill Retreat turned out to have much of the same charm as the first B&B, more in fact. There was a little pond surrounded by greenery and a beautiful old cedar tree at its edge. A rowboat sat on the shore. I made Big Papa promise he’d take me out in it, after we said our ‘I do’s,’ so that our first moments as husband and wife, would be just the two of us.

Marcia even gave us the name of another nearby B&B where Big Papa and I could stay on our wedding night since we couldn’t envision bunking next door to our moms as a newly married couple. We called and made a reservation.

llamasMid-June, a month before our wedding, an e-mail arrived from the owners of our wedding night B&B. “We’re excited to announce we’re off on a new career adventure and have decided to sell our home. Unfortunately, this means we need to cancel your stay at our inn.” So, with less than a month to spare, in the height of wedding season, we found ourselves searching for a place to lay our heads. We joked with Marcia that we could sleep in her barn with the llamas, until she hooked us up with some neighbors just about to launch a new B&B, A Loft Ab0ve, up the road. We were set. Or so we thought.

Filed Under: Family Tagged With: Morgan Hill Retreat, Pouslbo

Some might fend off a mid-life crisis by leaving the comforts of their corporate salary to jet off to a deserted island. Others might buy a Jaguar. I’ve chosen to dive head-long into my 50s and beyond by becoming a first-time parent. At any given moment you might find me holding a camera, a spade, a spatula or a suitcase. Or my little girl's hand. Adopted from Armenia, she puts the Pampers and Paklava into my life.

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