Allison Plean: On love
Two weeks before the ceremony, one bridesmaid had a pre-wedding nightmare.
The groomsmen were no where to be found, the bridesmaid lost her dress and forgot her shoes, the bride switched places with the maid of honor and Katie Holmes was there – nine months pregnant and wearing sweatpants.
There’s something about weddings that makes everybody a little bit crazy. And impending doom was apparent at the rehearsal when the bride locked her keys in the car and the forecast called for snow.
To be a Colorado bride, you have to be willing to get your heels muddy, shiver through your ceremony and have your groomsmen come out of a barn. You also can have the privilege of one of your best friends presiding over the service, and saying “I do” under a handcrafted wooden alter made by your friends.
To be a Colorado wedding attendee, you have to prepare for things like shuttles that leave on time when you are not. I actually yelled, “Follow that Alpine taxi!” as my roommate sped around Mount Werner Circle trying to catch up with my shuttle as I fumbled with my cell phone, trying to call someone who was on the van. Luckily it stopped before my roommate drove me all the way to Lake Catamount.
I’m at that time in my life when all my friends are droppin’ like it’s hot to matrimonial bliss. I already feel like I’ve been through the hamster wheel of weddings, but this one was different.
On Sept. 16, Katy Clark and Dylan Dearborn were married in a hole in the sky between sleet and snowstorms. When I took in a 360-degree panoramic view of all the guests, it was the full cast of a tight-knit group of friends and family who had witnessed the entire relationship unfold and define true devotion.
And I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face with a million monogrammed beverage napkins. All of the people this couple was in love with were together in one tent with a squishy, muddy floor and crowded heaters that were of little consequence once we started dancing.
Everyone was dancing.
It was one of those infectious crowds where you bounced around and acted silly like you were dancing at a slumber party. Because we were all friends – brought together by two people who breed friends like wedding vows.
I was so honored when Katy and Dylan asked me to do a reading titled “On Love” during their ceremony. This couple has listened to me on countless nights spill my heart like pages of a diary tossed into a fire. And they always gave me hope in love because theirs was omnipresent.
They have the kind of love that will last – the forgiving and accepting and blind love that can persevere in a society of doubt. And to be the audience of their relationship has been inspiring and definitive that the love between friends can be just as strong.
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