Monday before I arrived at the county building, they had done 10 wedding ceremonies. There was no volunteer that morning, so a staff person did the ceremonies. Trust me I could feel the love, that would be for me, when I walked in. The lobbies were full, there were weddings to do.
The marriage desk clerk K told me I did 9 weddings. I was sure I did 10. I was right. The count was off because when she went to lunch a clerk downstairs recorded one of the licenses. K didn't know about that one. Nine or ten, either one makes a busy 3 hour period.
There are lots of stand out things for each wedding. But you all would get tired of reading so much. I will edit to just a few things.
One wedding the groom was of the age group that "Pants on the Ground" was written about. He had his hand in a pocket holding up his pants. He also was holding a tiny baby with the other hand. (They had 4 children under the age of 5. These little ones screamed and whined the whole time.) It didn't seem to be a ceremony where I should ask the couple to hold hands during their vows. I was pretty sure there could be a wardrobe malfunction.
The next couple was older. He was 65 and she was 57. They radiated love. After I pronounced them married, they kissed, then they stood and just hugged each other. The groom laughed and said, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
I had a couple from India with multiple names. Many of the Indian women I have married have just one name, so this was a shocker. The groom had 4 names, she had 6 names. When she signed the license she wrote just initials for 5 of them: A.N.B.T.V. Doe
As I went back and forth through the lobby I could see a bride with really fancy shoes. I love pretty shoes. On the top of each shoe was a different colored flower. The flowers matched the colors of the bride's dress. Or so I thought. When I met this couple I realized I had made an error. The beautiful flowers were not on the shoes, they were tattoos.
Our last couple was originally from Mongolia. As I have mentioned before, Mongolian names are long, very long. Yet really not that hard to pronounce. They usually break into 3 or 4 letter syllables. Yesterday the bride's name was something like Setantsletrapart. (That is totally made up by me. I won't use real names of our customers.) I nailed both their names the first time. The couple's witness had a darling well behaved toddler. During the ceremony I felt the toddler's arms wrap around my leg. The little one clung to me the rest of the ceremony. You know what? It felt really good to have a toddler hugging my leg .