Our Theme is Hope

This is the wedding site last weekend. Rochester winter.

We saw ten-inch accumulation and except for the mild Christmas shopping season that locals had been granted, they looked at it like nothing more unusual than the daily newspaper delivery. And honestly, we were too busy to wish for anything besides a darker pair of sunglasses.

“Go ahead,” said my thirty-year friend Dave – two years married and an exhausted father of twins. When I gave him this Rochester report, “Cake, done. Florists, found and in competitive bid. Photographer, closing in. Caterer, heated proposals coming our way. And we met so many great people, really,” Dave’s all, “Go ahead and seize on that.” You see how he foreshadows an ominous future? This is the guy who’s caterer went bankrupt about six weeks before his wedding. Please! If you see him at the reception, Don’t Ask!

He’s right. Every consultant, artist, dreamer knows that the best part of a project is the beginning – big ideas, hypotheses, hopes, and ambition dominate. Seared tuna in soba noodle cups? An eight-hour movie of seven generations of a family of wood sprites? Tea smoked salmon on filaments of rice cracker? Easy, stand back, give me a couple days! But we await catering proposals hopefully. Hope is our theme. You don’t marry without vast reserves of hope.