April and Jesse’s wedding at the Brooklyn Society for Ethical Culture was original, touching, funny and stylish.
Careful with the license! Please note the fabulous green couch and golden pillows of the tasteful, upstairs library. Signing the license is emotional for many, and also anxiety producing because the City Clerk won’t accept a license with cross-outs, white-out or any such thing. Jesse and April and their wonderful witnesses did a masterful job.
Boldly they go down the stairs together to say forever and I do. Soon, everything will be different. In the best possible way.
Under the tree, talking about love, marriage, April and Jesse
With this ring…
Who says you can’t laugh at a wedding?
Invoking the Divine Presence for sure
On September 5, April and Jesse declared their love before family and friends in one of the most dignified places in Brooklyn: the Society for Ethical Culture (Prospect Park West at Second Street). Its character matched the couple completely. Solid, unpretentious, earthy and dignified. It’s one of these Brooklyn buildings that resonate with history and wisdom – just like this couple. The ceremony was framed in a cosmology of an imminent Divine Presence – love is among us humans, here, now. It reflected the couple’s strengths and mutual admiration. Their friends and family catered the event with wonderful barbecue (including salmon and seitan), potato salad, cole slaw, greens, and jars and jars of excellent pickles that the couple made when the bride’s mother, herself a wedding officiant, came to New York to meet the groom.
April looked stunning in her purple dress and Jesse looked snappy in his dark suit. Sweden was well represented, and I had the pleasure of connecting with a shy research data designer, a nonprofit bookstore manager and his girlfriend, an aspiring NYC public school teacher, among others.
We signed the marriage license upstairs in the delightfully air conditioned library and had the ceremony under a tree outside. Everybody who could, stood. I left before the cake was cut, but it was a a thing of beauty, decorated with actual yellow and orange blossoms.
On my way home from swimming at the Prospect Park Y on Sunday morning, I stopped to buy some pickles from Dr. Pickle at his stall at the little Fifth Avenue farmers market. Although slightly embarrassed to be seen dressed in cutoff shorts, a t-shirt with a bullseye, baseball hat and sunglasses instead of my black ministerial getup, I was thrilled to run into April, Jesse and some of their house guests.
I wish this couple all the happiness they can stand – and more.