"Several years ago, I conducted a wedding ceremony on a Saturday afternoon in June. The bride wore a white summer dress, the groom a white linen shirt. They insisted onthe simplest ceremony possible. It was held in a park in a grove of trees. Their family and friends stood in a circle, with the three of us in the middle. I began with a welcome, they exchanged vows and rings, I pronounced them husband and wife, they kissed, everybody clapped.
...They were then each handed a cluster of helium balloons on strings. The balloons, I told everybody, were symbols...As a picture of starting over, together, they wanted their first act as a married couple to be letting the balloons go.
They walked out of the grove of trees into an adjoining field. Just the two of them, holding hands, standing knee-high grass, exchanging words that only they could hear. Then they raised the balloons above their heads and let them go. We all stood there, watching those balloons float away until they drifted from sight." Rob Bell, Sex God.
I'm thinking of holding a balloon party....any takers?
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