I've been procrastinating to sit and write about the summation of our shared adventure, because its in my memory almost all at once, as an overwhelming amalgam of people, actions, feelings and facts that coexisted on this tremendous day. I've decided to write in parts, so I can select a topic and talk about just that part. Tif is treating the video presentation of Get Hubbied in the same manner: chapters.

Well before 4, the official start time, I saw people pouring out of their cars in their spiffy duds. We could have done with them being a few minutes late. But, the feeling that came over me was butterflies atop satisfaction with a big dose of anticipation. When I came in Dad, Bolyn and Mom were already getting people involved, leading people to find the books with their names on them, to get a cocktail and to pry off a program from the wall of crystalline forms, by Olivia Prime.

photo by Tyler Hubby

photos by Rose Apodaca

Each shell structure had brightly colored insides with a small rolled up paper inside attached by a jeweled bead - it was like a futuristic clam shell with a pearl inside. The program itself unfurled as a delicate piece of crumpled parchment, like a long lost document. There was a large laminated version for people to reference throughout, and magnifying glasses on all the tables. It was a wonderfully intriguing way to begin. Get Hubbied was happening, like a friendly tsunami - there was no stopping it.

photo by Tyler Hubby

photo by Rose Apodaca

In the small room, which was the lounge and exhibit, I was proud to have my sister's photographs enlarged and on view. They really created the affection-filled atmosphere needed to warm the room, and to tie everything together. The pictures were ones she took when we went on a trip to Europe together a few years back.

photos by Rose Apodaca

People were called to sit and Dave Jones and Kelly Martin began their piece of music. The intro sound was that of a roundly toned, somehow modernized church bell. Dave announced that people should utilize the toy instruments that were already on the tables when prompted. The composition was immediately infective, lilting and unique. People caught on with increasing fervor, and the cacophony of sounds became like a thunder of musical applause - joyous barely captures it.

their statement:
"For the two part wedding march, “Fall to Her, Rush to Him,” Kelly and David started with the inspiration of a line from the lyrics of Bec and Ruben's favorite song, “Winter's Love,” by Animal Collective, along with the sound of the oars on the Venice (CA) canal from their proposal video; the groove of Part I, the lyrics and the procession of Part II for the bride waltzed in behind swimmingly."

photo by Rose Apodaca

Then they were calmed and silenced as the slightly romantic song with a dash of country began. Bec and her father walked through to the hearth, a pristine and immaculate circle of fine silver glitter laid on the ground with a delicate strand of broken sparkling glass above, creating a true romance out of humble materials. The glitter itself was meant to be shuffled around and walked over by friends and family, spread throughout the room, touching all guests with part of the wedding itself.

photos by Tyler Hubby

photo by Rose Apodaca

"The hearth is a circle of silver glitter on the floor that the couple walk into to exchange their vows. A string of broken silver glass hangs listening above."
~Terri

He affectionately passed Bec to Ruben for safe keeping. Dave and Kelly delicately sang out over the music with the verse, "Fall to him, rush to her, on this day we'll have our way," repeated just a few times, leaving us wanting more, though it was the appropriate time to give the moment over to the marriage at hand.