Our Wedding
We got married on Saturday, November 16, 2019. We were wed at Mountain Lake Lodge, the filming location for Dirty Dancing. We fell in love with the lodge way up in the mountains in Virginia. We set aside the weekend for our guests with a Friday evening reception in the bar, a choice of a Saturday mountain hike or a Dirty Dancing tour around the lodge, our wedding in the evening, and then a Sunday brunch, to wind things down.
We were officially wed in DC prior to heading to Mountain Lake Lodge, where a long time friend of Wayne would officiate the wedding. Bobby’s sister, Kelly, performed the Handfasting section of the wedding, a traditional Irish hand tying tradition. Bobby’s brother read the poem “Equality” by Maya Angelou and Wayne’s long-time friend Pebbles read “Don’t Hesitate” by Mary Oliver.
And we created our own vows…just to make the ceremony harder!
We loved our wedding, we loved our family and friends who came out, we loved the food, the desserts, and the venue. Nothing could have been better.Songs
Processional (Over the Rainbow on guitar by Drew Dunbar)
Ceremony Recessional (Can’t Stop the Feeling by Justin Timberlake)
Reception Introduction (This is Me, The Greatest Showman Soundtrack)
First Dance (Rewrite the Stars, The Greatest Showman Soundtrack)
Don’t Hesitate
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate.
Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be.
We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world.
It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins.
Anyway, that’s often the
case.
Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid
of its plenty.
Joy is not made to be a crumb.
–Mary Oliver
Equality
You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if I'm just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand?
We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess you've heard me crying,
and admit you've seen my tears.
Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb in my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly,
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free
-Maya Angelou
