Married: Zachary and Annie [St. David's School Wedding]

No smile has ever been that big. No joy ever that full. After years and years of waiting patiently, Zachary and Annie were joyfully – but just a tad impatiently – waiting for the moment to see one another on their wedding day. Annie had been watching out the window, just for a glimpse of her man. She would stand at the corner of the glass and peer out, that smile of hers ever-present. As she’d catch a glimpse, the smile (somehow) became bigger and the joy fuller. She’d settle back into the moment of fun with her girls, glad to know he was so close.

Zachary and Annie met before high school. He was twelve and he was the new boy in Sunday School; of course 11-year-old Annie would have a crush on him, right? But Annie didn’t know that the new boy also had a pretty incredible crush on her. Only it wasn’t just a crush. It was deeper and bigger than that. It was the beginning of a friendship that turned into a courtship that turned into an engagement that turned into a wedding day full of smiles and love.

She stood at the top of the stairs, coming to see her man.

He stood at the foot of the stairs, eyes closed until she told him she was ready.

She giggled.  Zachary stood patiently.

The beauty was overwhelming. I wept.

And there they were. Annie and Zachary. Ten years after their first meeting, seeing one another on their wedding day. The joy in that room was tangible.

 

 

 

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Married: Ben and Hien (in Vietnam)

A typical wedding day starts early, full of activity. Hopefully it involves a beautiful sunrise, a delightfully leisurely breakfast, and then a bustle of fun as guests arrive and the day continues. But not many wedding days start 9000 miles from home. Except this one.

 

It was Christmas Eve back in the United States. Families were enjoying dinner together. Children were counting down the moments until Santa’s arrival. Churches prepared for the candlight service. Nine thousand miles away, it was Christmas morning and we drank fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice and started a wedding morning in Vietnam.

 

Ben and Hien have been married for a year. They met at church in Greensboro (Hien came to America to study), they hit it off, became fast friends, and the rest is – as they say – history. Hien has been studying in North Carolina for five years and we’ve been planning for months for her first trip home, her traditional wedding ceremony . . . our adventure in Vietnam.

 

Now, before we jump into the photos, you have to understand that a Vietnamese wedding ceremony is vastly unlike an American ceremony. So unfamiliar were the customs and traditions, I’m not even sure I can properly describe what went on during the day.  It probably didn’t help that everything happened in a completely unfamiliar language and I was just trying to keep up with the videographer – at least he spoke the language (loudly) and knew what was going to happen next; I became his shadow and hoped I didn’t annoy him.





(iPhone and motorbike. who needs anything else?)






(these beautiful flowers were handmade by the incredibly talented Ngoc; handmade, I tell you!)






The ceremony itself begins at the groom’s home. Since Ben is twice the height of any Vietnamese in the country and his relatives were 9,000 miles away, his side of the ceremony took place at Hien’s grandmother’s home. First, a tribute to the ancestors, then an unveiling of the gifts, then the procession to the bride’s home.


Once at the bride’s home (please take note of the incredible archway — hand made out of banana leaves!), the groom’s friends very solemnly present to the bride’s friends their gifts while the groom looks on.

The eldest member of the bride’s family surveys the gifts, deems them acceptable (or unacceptable) and then welcomes the group into the bride’s parents’ home where the ceremony continues.

After even more inspection of the gifts, the mother disappears from the solemn table and returns with her daughter – the bride – and officially presents her to the groom.



 


And then it was over. And the party began.

Now, you have to understand: when these people party, they PART-AY!

The reception began with a concert and a dance before the grand reveal: at exactly the right moment, the groom stepped out from behind the stage and walked down the catwalk toward his bride.



As the music swelled, Ben and Hien stopped on cue — never dreaming they were going to be serenaded with fireworks!

 




The typical – universal – traditions were made unique by the confetti, the Christmas songs, and the dancing singers.  (Please also note the dancing Santas who sprayed canned snow into the air.)

And that was that. The Vietnamese ceremony of Ben and Hien.

Wedding, round two: complete.

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Ngoc: A Portrait

 

I sat on the motorbike, holding on for dear life; one hand gripped her jacket and the other clung to the metal grip behind me. Her driving was impeccable – no danger there – but we were surrounded by hundreds (thousands?) of very erratic drivers, all powering their motorbikes through the narrow streets, and all angling for the front position at each stoplight. Ngoc’s driving wasn’t the problem – everyone else left me afraid for my life (or at least my sanity).

But as she drove us through the streets of My Tho in Southern Vietnam, masterfully navigating the streets and keeping us clear from the chaos all around us, my awe of her grew. And grew. And grew.

Not only is this (very beautiful) young lady fluent in at least two languages (English and Vietnamese; I can hardly even handle ONE), she’s also an entrepreneur, a hard working employee, a devoted sister, and – oh yes – a talented driver. She sells the most adorable dresses and handbags. She makes the most amazing paper flowers (SO amazing I thought she was kidding when she said she’d made it). And she has the sweetest smile.

And have I mentioned she’s beautiful?

We sat on the front porch, safely back in the comfort of my home-away-from-home watching the world go by, and I kept peppering her with questions. Culture. Language. Climate. Wedding. Life. Our worlds aligned. Normally 9000 miles apart, we sat side by side. United by our friend Hien, our mutual desire to create beautiful photographs, and a cup of green tea, I made a friend.

So, Ngoc, even though I had the hardest time pronouncing your name, and even though we’re again separated by 9000 miles, and even though I asked you to do the weirdest things during your photoshoot, I hope you know how much I truly and fully enjoyed getting to know you.

You’re beautiful, my friend.  

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