So Derek and Meredith had pledged their love and commitment to each other on ordinary Post-It notes, on an ordinary day, in an ordinary room, dressed in ordinary clothes, with no one to witness their testimony but their ordinary selves. It was probably the most unromantically down-to-earth yet most adorably heartwarming non-wedding. To me, that day had paradoxically become extraordinary in its allusion to how most love stories began-- on an ordinary day, with ordinary people leading ordinary lives, perhaps in ordinary buildings, perhaps on ordinary streets.
Admittedly, I, too, once dreamed of dressing like "one of those idiots on top of a wedding cake" (to echo Meredith's sentiments). Now, the idea of a Post-It Wedding is so much more appealing and pragmatic. It combines the elements of purity and practicality. As far as two people are concerned, love needs no witnesses. It is felt in the hearts of each, and when they get married, they're not going to have fairytale endings. They're going to be impounded by the realities of career demands and personal sacrifices, mortgage payments, loans and finances, dealing with soiled diapers and impetuous teenage outbursts if they decide to raise a family, and the ugly possibility of inadvertently letting love slip away in the midst of the chaos. So the pompous showcasing of commitment with extraordinarily grand wedding dinners where 99% of guests will customarily turn up 2 hours late for your big day, really doesn't do justice to capture the true essence of love.
Love in itself is pure; no frills. It is the connection between two souls that transcends all things material. It is the silent endurance of pain, if pain is the fuel for passion. It is warm casserole on the dining table when you get home, and chicken soup simmering in the cast-iron pot. It is the last thing you see when you close your eyes, and the first when you wake up. It is reaching out for an OJ in the fridge on a lazy Sunday morning, only to be pleasantly surprised by the non-wedding vows scribbled on the magnetic whiteboard stuck to your refrigerator door. Now that, would be what I'd call a perfect start to a perfectly ordinary day in the lives of a perfectly ordinary couple.
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Admittedly, I, too, once dreamed of dressing like "one of those idiots on top of a wedding cake" (to echo Meredith's sentiments). Now, the idea of a Post-It Wedding is so much more appealing and pragmatic. It combines the elements of purity and practicality. As far as two people are concerned, love needs no witnesses. It is felt in the hearts of each, and when they get married, they're not going to have fairytale endings. They're going to be impounded by the realities of career demands and personal sacrifices, mortgage payments, loans and finances, dealing with soiled diapers and impetuous teenage outbursts if they decide to raise a family, and the ugly possibility of inadvertently letting love slip away in the midst of the chaos. So the pompous showcasing of commitment with extraordinarily grand wedding dinners where 99% of guests will customarily turn up 2 hours late for your big day, really doesn't do justice to capture the true essence of love.
Love in itself is pure; no frills. It is the connection between two souls that transcends all things material. It is the silent endurance of pain, if pain is the fuel for passion. It is warm casserole on the dining table when you get home, and chicken soup simmering in the cast-iron pot. It is the last thing you see when you close your eyes, and the first when you wake up. It is reaching out for an OJ in the fridge on a lazy Sunday morning, only to be pleasantly surprised by the non-wedding vows scribbled on the magnetic whiteboard stuck to your refrigerator door. Now that, would be what I'd call a perfect start to a perfectly ordinary day in the lives of a perfectly ordinary couple.
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