Melanie’s description of her self-styled wedding invitations reminded me of our own invitation story. We, too, were on a budget, way back in 1992. I worked at a hospital at the time, and one of my friends from church worked in the print shop there. I did the typesetting for our invitations and, after we both proofed the copy several times, my friend printed them up on the hospital’s printer. Printed on a rag-edged linen paper I’d bought, they did look really nice.
It wasn’t until we were seated at a table stuffing and addressing invitation envelopes that we noticed a problem. It was only one letter, one many probably would never even notice missing as they scanned the lines for the important bits like date and time. Right? We noticed, but surely no one else would.
After all, we were already late getting the things out and we could not afford the time or expense of redoing them all. So, complaining bitterly, I sent them out and went on to worry about more important things like what kind of disgusting little after-dinner mints to foist on our guests, and whether I should use off-white or white ribbon for my veil. Important things, you know.
With the exception of a few extremely minor frustrations, our wedding day went beautifully and we had a great time. Insatiably curious about what all people had given us, we stopped by home on our way from our first night’s honeymoon stay to the B&B where we’d spend the remaining week. We opened gifts, tossed great wads of gift wrap all around us.
And then we saw it.
Opening the box, we beheld a candle. It was one of those big, decorative pillar candles. It had been embellished with care: fork tines had created furrows down its sides. There was glitter encrusted in the wax. It was a wax-encased commemoration of Our Special Day.
And embedded on the side of the candle was something we never thought we’d see…Our wedding invitation. Our cemony’s glorious announcement, preserved in chunky wax.
We still have it (obviously, I just took a photo of it). We don’t keep it out; it’s in our wedding memory box with cards, scraps of fabric, deflated balloons and other ephemera. We just can’t throw it away. For one, it was made for us by a sweet friend who probably never even noticed the error. For another, it makes us laugh and smile every time we see it. It’s one of those “in the grand scheme of things” reminders.