Once in a Lifetime

The August day, forty-eight years ago, was hot and sticky. I curled my long hair before leaving home but the humidity uncurled it by the time I reached the church. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except that I was about to marry my best friend.

It was a simple wedding. Ken was starting graduate studies at Yale so we didn’t have a lot of money. My sister Bonnie, my maid of honor, sewed my wedding gown and all of my bridesmaids’ dresses. My sister Peggy and girlfriend Ann were my bridesmaids. Ken’s fraternity brothers were his groomsmen.

My parents prayed for me before the ceremony began, and Mom nearly brought me to tears as she thanked God for “loaning” me to her for the past twenty years. Dad was teary-eyed and very nervous about giving me away. I was the first of his three daughters to marry, so this was new to him. But I saw Ken waiting for me at the end of the aisle and I couldn’t stop smiling.

It wasn’t a “picture-perfect” wedding by any means. The heel of Dad’s shoe got hooked on my veil, and as he walked back to his pew after kissing me goodbye, my veil went with him. I scrambled backwards down the aisle to keep it from tearing off my head, whispering, “Dad! Dad, stop!” He thought I was changing my mind.

Ken and I gazed at each other, holding hands, as we spoke our vows—the wonderful old-fashioned ones that promise “For better for worse, in sickness and in health, until death we part.” Then the pastor dropped Ken’s wedding ring and it made a lovely, pinging sound as it bounced down the three wooden steps from the altar to the aisle. Our best man chased after it.

We knelt down and the pastor laid his hands on our heads as he prayed for us. But my headpiece had real roses in it, and I could feel the thorns digging into my scalp as his hands pressed down. I envisioned trails of blood coursing down my brow, and wondered why on earth the florist had left the thorns in! But I remember what he said as he prayed for us—that God would bless our marriage and make it endure as an example of what a strong marriage in Christ can be. Forty-eight years later, I think his prayers have been answered—in spite of the thorns.

Our guests tossed rice as we left the church. My apologies to the environmentalists but that’s what we did in the 70s. The friend who drove us around town in his car, honking the horn, wasn’t familiar with the city and got hopelessly lost. We had to stop and ask some guy who was mowing his lawn for directions back to the church.

Our reception was in the church basement. My sisters and I had decorated the hall the night before with crepe paper streamers. Mom made the food, nothing fancy, just salads and buns and cold cuts. A woman we knew baked the wedding cake. I thought everything was perfect.

We were about to spend the next three years as poor, starving graduate students, so when Ken found a really great bargain package for our honeymoon, he decided to splurge. We soon learned why he had scored such a great deal when we landed in the Bahamas. No one goes there in August because it’s much too hot! We didn’t care. We had a nice room in a nice hotel and we were husband and wife at last! We also didn’t mind that Ken had cashed all our wedding gift checks to pay for it. Never mind that we couldn’t afford a toaster or a coffeemaker for a few more years.

We don’t have many photos of our wedding. The photographer we’d hired had a heart attack a few days before the wedding, and we called everyone in the phone book before finding a replacement. The man left town soon after giving us our photo proofs, and it was little wonder why. Most of the photos were horribly out of focus. It didn’t matter. The memories of that day are engraved on my heart.

When I see the time and effort and money that go into weddings nowadays, our simple little affair seems laughable. But it was all we could afford and we were thrilled with it. Ken and I had dated for two years in college before we married, and every night when we kissed goodnight outside my dormitory we would say, “We’re another day closer!” And on August 29, 1970, we had finally reached that day!

So, Happy 48th Anniversary, to us! If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing! (Except maybe the thorns.)


  1. Lynn, bleary-eyed from a few tears, I smiled my way through your wedding memory. Gerald and I got married on a hot September Sunday, about 13 months after your wedding date. Our wedding details were on a similar scale. My wedding rings disappeared almost twelve years ago, just after our granddaughter was born and I’ve just received a replicated set. All along, I knew I had the best part – my loving husband!
    Thanks for sharing so honestly, and for letting us see what is truly important! God bless your marriage!

  2. What a great story! We’re about to celebrate our 40th anniversary and we were just remembering how thankful we were the church we were married in had air conditioning for the 90 degree heat of that September afternoon. Contemporary weddings are often more elaborate events, but in the end, it’s really life’s journey together that really counts. So thankful for your sometimes adventurous journey together, Lynn and Ken!

  3. Fantastic recollections of your special day! I laughed at several points and realized again that kittens escaping from the barn and playing with my train was a pretty mild distraction. We celebrated 46 years on the 26th. Anniversary blessings to you and Ken!

  4. I couldn’t stop smiling while I read your story. August 29 was our wedding day also–just three years earlier. Ours was a simple wedding too, at least by today’s standards, but I will never forget the thrill of waking up on August 30 to my beloved husband’s face. Truly we have been blessed to share a oneness that only God can bestow. May you have many more anniversaries.

  5. What a great love story – the kind of love that lasts! My husband and I were married in February of 1970 and it was a simple wedding like yours. That was a good year! Happy Anniversary and God bless!

  6. The picture of you and your husband at the “Is it you?” tree from Some Where In Time, on Mackinac Island, caught my attention immediately! When my husband and I got married in 1987, we didn’t get our dream honeymoon. That happened 30 years later for our 30th wedding anniversary when we finally got to go to Mackinac Island, stay at the Grand Hotel and visited the iconic sites from the movie including taking our pictures at the “Is it you?” tree. It was my husband that introduced me to that movie shortly after we got married. Our wedding and reception were simple compared to so many weddings where you need a bank loan to pay for it. It was far from perfect and quite memorable for all the fiascoes that happened, But there were three things that made our wedding very special to us. First my husband’s father is a minister, and of my husband and his siblings, we were the only ones to ask my father in law to perform the ceremony. The second thing was that my husband wanted me to sing to him at our wedding. As it turns out that was the only thing I clearly remembered about the ceremony until the third thing occurred. My husband and I decided that the first thing we wanted to do as husband and wife was to take the Lord’s Supper together to declare to everyone that the Lord is the head of our household, and so after we were declared husband and wife, we partook of the Lord’s Supper.

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