In my wedding class, How to be a Great Wedding Officiate, the first question I ask is “what is a wedding.” Surprisingly enough, my students who are there to learn how to officiate have to think about it.
December 1987. Portland, Oregon. Heart pounding, hands sweating, red face and squeaky voice, I stood up to officiate my first wedding. The kind and attentive audience consisted of a bride and groom, best man, matron-of-honor, and 3 sleeping dogs.