Now
that it's over, I think I understand the point of a wedding. It's
the one time in your life when you can count on the people you care
about to show up together and at least look each other in the eye ---
the bare minimum for community formation. Mark's uncle and my dad
talked about tinkers, my college buddy and my brother talked about
Debian, and every sibling I own came together under one picnic shelter
for a few hours.
Although
to many women, their wedding is their "big day," I now realize that in
a proper world the ceremony is not really about the bride and
groom. It's about forming connections between two circles of
family and friends, hoping that maybe something will stick. After
a week of angst and tearing out my hair, it's pretty funny that I
finally figured out the point of our wedding after the fact!