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Here come the brides

April in Glenwood
April E. Clark
Glenwood Springs, CO Colorado
April E. Clark
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Wedding bells are ringing.

No, no, no, not my own. But there is a tinge of wedding dress envy I’m feeling after attending the most chic ceremony I’ve ever witnessed.

Monique Lhuillier, I think I love you.

For all those playing along at home unfamiliar with high fashion, Monique Lhuillier is a goddess of wedding dress couture. Her lace work is divine, and I’m an instant fan after seeing one of her designs up close Saturday at two friends’ gorgeous wedding in Denver.

Yes, guys, the dress is that important.

I absolutely love attending weddings. Even though I’ve had my ups and downs with love, I still believe in it. The Bible does have it right: “Love is patient, love is kind.”

It’s the people who mess it up sometimes.

I always have a happy heart when attending weddings. Each time I see a couple exchange vows, I feel like there’s hope that love does conquer all. Can it really be that people love each other forever, in good times and bad? How about the worst of the bad times? That definitely takes more than a little patience and kindness.

Yoga, long hot baths with aromatherapy salts, and a glass or two of red wine can do wonders when I’m running low on those virtues.

The wedding ceremony gets me every time. I love watching the groom’s reaction as he sees his bride begin to walk down the aisle. Sure I’ve seen some fear ” and nervousness on the groom’s part that rivals a first-round American Idol contestant. For the most part, that look in the groom’s eyes is complete and utter adoration for the woman who will become his wife. The key is holding on to that look until death do you part.

Even when she’s wearing curlers and a bathrobe and feeling extra bloated.

I always tear up when the dad “gives away” the daughter. That language seems a little archaic now that women aren’t the property of men, at least in our culture. But I sometimes imagine a dad about to give his daughter away, then stopping. He grabs her by the hand, sprinting back down the aisle screaming, “Sorry, big guy. She’s my little girl and you’re the last person I’ll be giving her to today. Or any day for that matter.” That’s never actually happened to anyone I know.

If the groom is douchey enough, I can see it.

The tears turn on full force during the exchange of vows. That’s such a powerful promise, for two people to love, honor and cherish each other until their time on earth is no longer. Which reminds me, I’m so happy people aren’t doing that “obey” thing in their vows anymore. Something about the idea of obeying my husband makes me cringe. Same with the guys. Obeying a wife doesn’t sound like much fun either.

Especially when she’s as hormonal as I can be.

Most of all, I love the kiss. This is when the deal is sealed. Technically that’s supposed to be forever, but that can be a 50-50 chance these days. It’s just such a personal moment shared with friends and family. So sweet, unless there’s a bunch of tongue involved. No one wants to see the couple totally make out at the alter.

I wouldn’t even want to see myself do that.

No wedding is complete without the celebration. Especially when there’s a great dance party to end the night. Every grandmother should have the chance to shake her groove thing on the dance floor at her grandkid’s reception. Saturday, Kara’s grandmother was out there with all her college friends having the time of her life. I know my grandfather loved every minute of showing off his dance moves to my bridesmaids, especially my best friend.

What can I say, he has a thing for blondes.

I’m not sure if there’s a second wedding in my future. But I do know I’ve attended, and participated in, enough weddings to know what’s truly important. That’s the couple and the distinctive love they share. No one honestly cares if the bridesmaids’ dresses match the china pattern perfectly or the bouquet is thrown at 8:45 p.m. on the dot.

Love is the most important detail of any wedding.

With simple elegance, Kara and Bryan’s wedding was an affair I’ll always remember. That’s because they shared the most important detail with each and every guest. And I don’t mean champagne or that fabulous dress.

They brought the love.

Kara and Bryan, I’ll toast to that.

April E. Clark wishes John and Alyssa congratulations on their June wedding in Iowa and will be ready to celebrate when they return. She can be reached at aclark@postindependent.com.


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