I Accidentally Crashed a Wedding!

I can't believe Keith and I crashed a wedding.  We're now officially wedding crashers!  It was one of the most beautiful weddings we've ever witnessed.  We were both misty-eyed throughout the reciting of the vows and cheered when they were announced husband and wife.  The only thing different about this wedding than all others we've attended was we not know the bride and groom.  Not only did we not know the bride and groom, we didn't even know anyone who knew them.

Before you begin to think Keith and I are off our rocker, please allow me to put this into proper context.  Last Sunday, we got a late start so rather than attending the church where we're members, we visited a local church with later service times.  

Upon entering the church lobby, we were asked if we were there for the wedding.  "Nope.  Just for the church service," we responded.  The greeter smiled and pointed us in the right direction.  Once we'd entered the church auditorium, I noticed a white runner trimmed in rose petals down the center isle.  We were directed to seat in the section just to the right of it.

This church has the most phenomenal praise and worship team we've ever heard.  Keith and I wrapped one arm around the other and swayed side-to-side, singing songs of praise to God.  After the last song, we all sat down and the woman on the stage announced we would all be witnesses to the greatest blessing on earth.

Immediately following the announcement, the groom and his best man came out and stood on the stage as two little girls began walking down the isle dropping rose petals from their baskets.  People in the audience began to cheer.  Clearly, they were expecting this.  Next, the matron of honor walked down the isle followed a few minutes later by the beautiful bride and her father.  

Once the bride was halfway down the isle, the microphone was passed to the groom who finished singing the remainder of the song.  He serenaded his bride for her final 10-15 steps.  By this time, I was already sniffling.

Wiping tears with end of my shirt sleeve, I smiled from ear-to-ear, absolutely beaming with excitement.  The bride and groom exchanged vows - some of the most beautiful Keith and I have ever witnessed - and then the groom asked if he could say vows to the two flower girls.  Apparently, the girls were daughters of the bride and he wanted to pledge not to replace their biological father but to always be their "second dad."  It was touching.  Moving.  I cried. 

Fast forward to the end of the wedding, they were named husband and wife, kissed and embraced, and Keith and I cried.  Tears continuing to swell in our eyes, we just held each other tightly.  This was one of the best church services we've attended and one of the most exciting wedding ceremonies we've had the honor of taking part.  And we still don't know the names of the bride and groom...  

Until tomorrow...make it a great day!

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