Wove, Twue Wove

 

Unless you’ve watched every rerun of The Princess Bride as some of us have, the above may sound like another language. Remember, "Mawwage iz what bwings us togevah today…"?

The title translated is: Love, true love.

About 2 weeks ago my sister Kara got married. For the past 3 years I’ve watched Rick (the lucky fella) and Kara date and fall quick for each other. They fell into that kind of bashful and giddy love that makes one revert to child-like behavior; in other words, they’re two peas in a pod. Needless to say a wedding was anticipated early on. Leading up to the big day was a crazy, hectic season but, without a doubt, made for one of the most memorable days for my family. Most of us in the bridal party weren’t all too familiar with the wedding scene. And believe me, you could tell from my maid-of-honor instincts (or lack-there-of) that I’m not often involved in weddings. And unfortunately for my sister, I somehow lack that feminine streak to want to be constantly primped or surrounded by frills and lace. But for this occasion it was worth mustering up all the frills and lace I could contain.

I don’t think it really hit me until the day of that this was more than some formality. Standing by, watching this exchange of words between the two made me realize how this scene is becoming more removed from our cultural norms. Love, in the context of marriage, has become foreign to us. When else do we ever create an event to swear our love and commitment for anything? Why would you, when love today (as protrayed through sitcoms, films and music) is convenient, temporary and conditional? While most of us have a need to be bound to one individual emotionally, mentally and physically, it seems to be the one need we find expendable. So why have a wedding? 

The idea that two would choose to bind themselves solely to another, is about as unnatural or bizarre as “mawwage” sounds. The word itself tends to sound off alarm rather than sounds of a celebration. When a ceremony to unite two beings is considered a hassle or unnecessary, our idea of  ”true love” has altered. Kara and Rick’s ceremony held a kind of enchanted sacredness. Their vows, spoken without reservation, seemed to surrender to the moment. Their love was displayed, The ceremony felt so far removed, when our society holds little weight any more to such commitments. I wonder if we will continue to hold vows and wedding ceremonies as necessary to unite ourselves to another? Or will we even consider “true love” would require that much of us?

Let me not to the marriage of true minds 
Admit impediments. Love is not love 
Which alters when it alteration finds, 
Or bends with the remover to remove: 
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark 
That looks on tempests and is never shaken; 

                                      -Shakespeare; Sonnet 116