A Horseback Wedding

 

A Horseback Wedding

We had decided to get married on the September long weekend. This way we could have a long weekend every year for our anniversary.



I wore a beautiful strapless white gown that was simple with elegant silver embroidery on the front. My head adorned with the veil my mother wore on her wedding day.



I was about to marry a man that wasn't particularly interested in horses and that I had never ridden with.



We had been together nearly two years by this point and I was certain that I was making the right choice despite his uncertainty of my equine obsession.



It was hot. A little too hot to be September but there we were on the sandy banks of the Eagle River dressed to the nines, in the neighbors horse pasture.



Our guests were all standing. Chairs weren’t something I thought about. My mind was more preoccupied with the idea of riding my horse in a wedding gown and that was as extravagant as I wanted to get. The wedding was so simple that we didn't even hire a photographer.



So our guests stood and watched as my dad rode Angel, a white quarter horse cross who was indeed an Angel, alongside my Norwegian Fjord cross and I.



My brother and my best friend had spent the morning decorating the horses manes. The beautiful double maned bay gelding had never seen so many tiny bows in his life but he wore them proudly as he carried me towards the isle.



We met Brent and the rest of the wedding party at the edge of the sand. My father helped me down off the back of my my beloved horse and led me down the isle.



The sand was hot on my bare feet but I didn’t care. I was just happy that no one made me wear shoes, despite the fact that I insisted on riding my horse.



Passing me off to Brent my father told him “She’s your problem now”.



My soon to be husband happily took me as we clasped hands. There was an overwhelming moment of quiet before the ceremony began and I could feel the birth of the rest of my life as it became real.



"Is there anyone here that has any objections?" said the Justice of the Peace. He wore a delicate white long sleeved cotton shirt and his wife had spent the morning carefully French braiding his long silver hair. The whole scene looked like something out of a fairytale.



NEIIIGHHHH!! Ranger whinnied.



"Your horse is objecting" he said to me. Unsure what my response might be.



I could feel my soon to be husband suspended in a moment of terror as he wondered how I would respond to Rangers objection.



"He'll live" I told the Justice of the Peace.



Relief and joy washed over my husband.



17 years later today, we're still madly in love, he still hasn't ridden with me but we find ways to stay involved in each others worlds even though our interests are so far apart.

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