The seating was crowded and Cameron was near the front, so Bethie gave him the camera and told him to take as many pictures as he could. He did. Below are 22 photos from the wedding.
First, I should mention a few details. Like, whose wedding was it? Julio is the son of Ivonne. Ivonne is the best friend of Bethie’s mother. Ivonne also is the owner/operator of the local literature ministry, La Jornada Espiritual.
Julio is tall. Very tall. He seems like a giant. He’s a gentle giant. Julio took on a car wash business a couple months ago. He is working hard at it. He doesn’t make much doing it, but hopefully he’ll be able to provide for his new family through it. He loves to play basketball. You might notice his wedding shoes were a brand new pair of size 15 high tops. He has a terrible time finding size 15 anythings. I can’t find size 11 shoes here so I know he has a tough time locating size 15! Of course, I imagine it was practical to buy shoes he can actually use after the wedding!
His bride is Talia. She’s from Puebla and now she’s from San Juan del Rio. I really don’t know anything more about her.
Most Saturdays I work with Jason from around 5 p.m. to 9 to 10 p.m. doing translation work for a church in Iowa that needs their sermons translated for their Spanish-speakers on Sunday mornings. With a translation project lined up for today, I didn’t get to attend the wedding. If you know me, this was not a great sorrow. Weddings and dressing up aren’t my favorite things to do.
This wedding was slated for 1 p.m. so I knew there would be no way I could attend and still get the translation work done. I was correct. It started promptly at 3 p.m. when the bride and groom arrived with their families. It promptly began with some formalities and then a one-hour sermon. At 4:15 p.m. the recognizable parts of the ceremony began and somewhere around 5:30 p.m. is when I think it sort of moved toward the meal. The cake showed up around 7 p.m. as I recall Bethie telling me. Beth, the boys and Beth’s mom probably left a little early and got home around 8 p.m. Seven and a half hours for a wedding sounds about right for Mexico.
If I come up with some more necessary details, anecdotes to share, or corrections to make, I’ll post them later.
However, without further delay…
drum roll please…
I present to you…
….a Mexican wedding through the camera lens of a twelve-year old boy:
This is the part where the groom claims he’s looking for the bride’s lost contact lens. (oh wait…that was last week) This is now the part where the groom and the bride demonstrate a party game involving a toothpick (mysteriously lost) and a life-saver.
This is the part where after 3 hours of sitting on metal chairs, the bride claims she is unable to walk and describes the sensation in her feet as “feeling like pins and needles.” The groom thinks she’s kidding, but he’s willing to carry her as long as it leads to the meal, the cake, and another round of “toothpick and life-saver relay.”
This is the part where Cameron takes a photo of a lovely young couple…we once gave them their wedding rings (seriously!). There are a few different elements to a Mexican wedding. The “padrinos de los anillos” purchase and give the couple their rings and present them during the ceremony. We were honored to have that part in this couple’s wedding a couple years ago. Glad to see they’re still smiling!
Well, there you have it. Just the way it happened…more or less. Since I wasn’t there I took the liberty of guessing at what was happening. I suppose you’ve been to enough weddings to figure it out, but just in case you have any doubts, I’m sure my comments are pretty close to accurate. At any rate, I imagine by this point the groom is thinking this marriage thing is a slam-dunk…and he’s got the shoes to prove it.