A lifetime ago, when I got engaged, I decided to plan the wedding in a hurry. Not because I was pregnant (obviously, since Tori didn’t appear until the grandparents had given up all hope), but simply because I was ready. After all, I’d known I wanted to marry this man since I was 18. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable.
Within a week of our engagement, the hall was booked, the church was secured and we were well on our way to having the details worked out. I bought the third dress I tried on. Went with the first florist I interviewed. Our cake baker was chosen solely on the recommendation of a friend, without a single meeting.
But there was one area where I took my time. The music. It, quite simply, needed to be perfect.
During the ceremony, my cousin and his wife performed one of my very favorite songs—”All I Ask of You” by Andrew Lloyd Weber. And their voices sent my fondest hopes for our marriage winging right to the heavens.
Then, of course, there was the issue of the music for our first dance. It was a topic of much debate. We thought, at first, that it should be something on the order of “A Whole New World,” since we went to see Aladdin on our first date. But since we were having a band, not a DJ, and the singer was a husky-voiced man, that was kind of out.
Then I thought maybe I wanted “Never Tear Us Apart” by INXS. But the band didn’t know that song (although they did have a sax), and we hadn’t left them enough time to learn a new one.
After that, a whole bunch of names were bandied about. Frank Sinatra. Nat King Cole. Even Bon Jovi.
But in the end? We went with “Just the Way You Are” by Billy Joel.
And while it might not have been our first choice, I can’t think of a better song to sum up our relationship. Because we just fit together. There’s no need to pretend to be anything we’re not. We laugh, snarl and even fart together with equal abandon.
If that’s not a good basis for a marriage, I don’t know what is.