They were not there for the usual reasons—or at least what I would think would be the customary reason for crashing a wedding, having never done so myself. They certainly were not scheming to meet vulnerable, emotional, single wedding guests as portrayed in the movie.
They did not attempt to blend in so that they would be treated to the delicious sit-down dinner, as they arrived long after the empty plates had been cleared from the tables.
They were not there, trying to be inconspicuous in order to take advantage of the open bar.
No, in fact they marched right up to the bride, handed her a $50 bill and asked if she would mind if they danced and enjoyed the music for a while.
These “crashers,” a handful of women, apparently were staying at the hotel where the reception was being held and I believe that their motive was simple. The guests at the reception looked and sounded like they were having fun, and these women wanted to be a part of it.
When was the last time that I actually sought out fun, saw an opportunity like the women at the wedding and took a hold of it? Seized the day. Carpe diem and all that.
I am certainly not going to go in search of nuptial celebrations to crash this weekend, but I do need to remember each day to take an opportunity and make it a little bit more enjoyable, or to spend a minute helping someone else or giving a compliment. Or even to go with the flow because I am not always a go with the flow kind of gal.
I will try to pause and appreciate the things that make me happy, like the herbs growing outside my kitchen window, or how David flashes me a “happy smile” each morning—you know, not just a grin but a smile full of teeth, with eyes twinkling. Or the fact that Andrew periodically stops to give me a kiss on the cheek, just because. Or when my nephew, Thomas, insists on wearing my striped dish towel over his head like a shepherd the whole time he is eating his lunch.
For some brides, the arrival of the wedding crashers might have spoiled their preconceived notions of the perfect wedding day. But my niece, my lovely and gracious niece, took it all in stride. She joined in a group dance with these women, took some photos and, as the evening was coming to a close, even tried to return their money with her thanks that they had given her a wedding story to tell for many years to come.
And I noticed that she even has one of the pictures as her profile pic on Facebook, a happy reminder of a great day.
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