Claire & Steve Wedding Readings

WEDDING READINGS 

WOOP! WOOP! 

We had two wedding readings. You can read all about our wedding in a three part blog series starting here. 

This first reading was read by our dear friends, Dave and Emily.

A Lovely Love Story – by Edward Monkton

The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice. Although it was cold he was happy in there. It was, after all, his cage.

Then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur. The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur’s cage with kind words and loving thoughts. I like this Dinosaur thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. Although he is fierce he is also tender and he is funny. He is also quite clever though I will not tell him this for now.

I like this Lovely Other Dinosaur, thought the Dinosaur. She is beautiful and she is different and she smells so nice. She is also a free spirit which is a quality I much admire in a dinosaur.

But he can be so distant and so peculiar at times, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. He is also overly fond of things. Are all Dinosaurs so overly fond of things?

But her mind skips from here to there so quickly thought the Dinosaur. She is also uncommonly keen on shopping. Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs so uncommonly keen on shopping?

I will forgive his peculiarity and his concern for things, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
For they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.

I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping, thought the Dinosaur.
For she fills our life with beautiful thoughts and wonderful surprises. Besides, I am not unkeen on shopping either.

Now the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old. Look at them.

Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs. And that, my friends, is how it is with love. Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together. For the sun is warm. And the world is a beautiful place

Our second reading was read by our bridal party. They did one bit each. We found this online and added a stanza.

Scientific Romance

If star-ship travel from our Earth to some far star and back again at velocities approaching the speed of light made you younger than me due to the relativistic effects
of time dilation, I’d show up on your doorstep hoping you’d developed a thing for older men, and I’d ask you to show me everything you learned to pass the time out there in the endless void of night.

If we ever found ourselves in a world where you were a highly strung family lawyer,
or personal shopper, or wedding planner or book editor. It’s highly likely that I would be an architect that fixes chairs but also babies. And we would teach each other that the only thing not for sale is love, or the only thing you can’t plan is love, or, that love comes unedited, or, objections to the heart are always overruled. I want you to know that after things come to a head and a grand gesture is needed I would row my boat down the creek in pouring rain to reach the airport gate just in time to kiss you on the cheek, tell them to not put you in the corner and that love actually does exist.

If we were the sole survivors of a zombie apocalypse and you were bitten and transformed into a walking corpse I wouldn’t even pick up my shotgun, I’d just let you take a bite out of me, because I’d rather be undead forever with you than alive alone without you.

If I became lost in the multiverse, exploring infinite parallel dimensions, my only criterion for settling down somewhere would be whether or not I could find you: and once I did, I’d stay there even if it was a world ruled by giant spider priests, or one where killer robots won World War 2, or even a world where sandwiches were never invented, because you’d make it the best of all possible worlds anyway, and plus we could get rich off inventing sandwiches.

If the Singularity comes and we upload our minds into a vast computer simulation of near-infinite complexity and perfect resolution, and become capable of experiencing any fantasy, exploring worlds bound only by our enhanced imaginations, I’d still spend at least 1021 processing cycles a month just sitting on a virtual couch with you, watching virtual TV, eating virtual fajitas, holding virtual hands, and wishing for the real thing.

Much Love.

Claire's Sign Off: Best, Claire

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