Remember tradition? Well, then, remember that this should have been an arranged marriage. Up until now, the bride and groom have not yet met. The wedding begins with Scott's family taking him down the isle, and our parent sitting up on stage with him. Yes, I said stage. The Sruthi is escorted down the isle by her parents, and a veil is held between them so that they can't see what they are about to do.
Now, it is at this point that I want to interject with my own issues. My issues could have included a little lack of planning, but I'm sure that was not the case. Just before Sruthi was to enter, my beloved youngest daughter had one of her most impressive blowouts. I spent a good amount of time in the bathroom trying to rinse out my sari, and just gave up on Celisse's outfit. She came back in in just a diaper. Darn, we are just classy.
I don't think any of us figured out when the actual point of union was (such as "I now pronounce you man and wife"), but I believe it is when the veil is dropped. After that, you are just stuck with what you got! My Dad, in an ever effort to be supportive, leaned over to my brother and wondered if he was going to end up with the right woman.
Ah, relief!
There was big screens on either side, so that the people in the back got in on the action, as well.
Mila wanted to take a picture; she was fascinated with these floating flowers.
It was a beautiful ceremony to watch, visually. So fascinating to see the background tradition so interlaced in a modern world, and then with all the white people that had no idea what they were doing. I feel so blessed to be there, and participate with my brother, my family. And also be there with Sruthi's family. Our family.
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