When Sarah and I got married, if I remember correctly, I think we stuck around the wedding reception maybe for a grand total of about 45 minutes. Not to put too fine a point on it, we had other places to be. The anticipation of a wedding is more than just a passing element of the joy and mystery of marriage.
It’s why people laugh and throw rice at couples as they run for the getaway car. It’s why we celebrate in the first place. The beauty of promises made is matched only by the beauty of promises fulfilled.
I could never have thought of a sharper contrast to this than a new nuptial phenomenon that the New York Times recently reported about. Apparently, some couples are skipping honeymoons altogether and instead opting for “unimoons”—solo trips to different destinations—after their weddings.