When I got married — a year ago today — I wasn’t at all interested in anything traditional. Cake cutting, bouquet tossing and other common rituals were omitted from our matrimonial itinerary. I was close to cutting out speeches too, having suffered through so many awkward, ill prepared toasts over the years, but I agreed we needed a few. I’m big on making toasts nearly every time I raise a glass with friends, so why not for my own wedding?
My brother and sister-in-law both delivered fantastic toasts, equal parts funny and sentimental. One of my dearest friend’s delivered another and finally my BFF – and bride’s man of honor — surprised us by singing a song that brought back a flood of fond memories. Then came time for my husband and I to deliver a toast to our family and friends. A long list of thank yous and shout outs, nothing that resembled a wedding speech. We were all business. At least I was.
Looking back on our wedding, there is only one small detail I would change. I wish I had made a toast to my husband. So in the spirit of silly, but sentimental wedding speeches — and because today is our anniversary — here’s my toast one year later…
I knew I loved you when we attended a Deftones concert a few months after we first started dating. The crowd was rowdy, so we stood at the back of the “mosh pit”, as you do when you’re too old to body surf and be pushed about by large, sweaty men. When the band finally came on stage, the crowd went nuts and some guy pushed into me, just about sending me flying into the crowd. But before this could happen, you quickly grabbed the back of my jeans, preventing my inevitable spill into the sweaty abyss while simultaneously tossing your full glass of beer in the direction of the perpetrator. In that moment, I knew I had not only found someone to match my wild side, but someone who would always have my back. Mosh pit or otherwise.
Did you deliver a toast at your wedding or the nuptials of a friend? Did you nail it, or is it a moment you’d rather forget?