My parents were married at the College of Physicians.
They picked a location that was not tied to either of their family’s religions but still sated a ceremonial need. A justice of the peace filled the role of a rabbi or priest, and they got married under the only doctrine they both held sacred: the Hippocratic Oath.
I never knew that this was an unconventional wedding location. I used to watch their wedding video with the rapt attention children usually reserve for cartoons. I’d stand two feet away from our box-like TV and stare at all the people dancing on the screen. It wasn’t a fascination with having a white wedding that captured me so much, it was the joy that I saw reflected in my family. Even more than that, I loved the time-warp that the movie presented. I saw my late Catholic grandmother squeal with joy as she was lifted off the ground in the hora. I saw my much-older cousins, then the same age as me, laughing and dancing on adults’ feet like I wanted to do.
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