It was a quintessentially picture perfect southern California day, the kind that
makes our part of the country the envy of those who enjoy warmth and suns-hine. Even towards the end of what was the traditional second day of autumn, the temperature in Burbank hovered in the mid-eighties. The cloudless skies were a pale blue and the air was clear. From The Castaway's hilltop perch it was clear enough to look beyond the Valley and see the buildings which marked downtown Los Angeles fifteen miles south. The view was spectacular. How-ever, the most moving sight was the one I found before me: a young couple, who despite the odds were able to find each other, fall in love and who on that day were committing to sharing their lives together in marriage.
makes our part of the country the envy of those who enjoy warmth and suns-hine. Even towards the end of what was the traditional second day of autumn, the temperature in Burbank hovered in the mid-eighties. The cloudless skies were a pale blue and the air was clear. From The Castaway's hilltop perch it was clear enough to look beyond the Valley and see the buildings which marked downtown Los Angeles fifteen miles south. The view was spectacular. How-ever, the most moving sight was the one I found before me: a young couple, who despite the odds were able to find each other, fall in love and who on that day were committing to sharing their lives together in marriage.
Margaret and Ben had chosen a “Traditional Filipino Wedding” which meant their ceremony featured three distinctly culturally identifying elements: a Veil Belo), Cord (Yugal) and Coins (Arras). Margaret and Ben being covered by the Veil sym-bolized the love which shelters the two who in marriage are now one; draped on their shoulders and resembling the eternity symbol, the Cord repre-sented the strength of their union; and, the exchange of Coins was an outward display for their commitment to each other’s material welfare.
Watching Ben walk down the aisle accom-panied by his mother and father on either arm to take his place before me, then watching Margaret es-corted by her mother and brother to take her place next to Ben was like the opening notes to a wonderful piece of music. Keeping with the metaphor, the melody rose and fell through the blending of western and Asian traditions then began to crescendo as Margaret and Ben exchanged their vows. The high note arrived with their kiss and continued as I, with a singular joy only a wedding Officiant can know, invoked the words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife." With that everything seemed to fade… even the sun receded leaving only a wake of yellow, orange and faintest red.
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