My mentally handicapped cousin C got married on Friday. Her new husband is slow too, as were the best man (C’s ex) and one or two of the guests, making it quite funny, in a naughty kind of way.
The registrar began proceedings unaware of the couple’s specialness and had to quickly adjust her delivery into little snippets:
“To love…”
“Te ruv…”
“and respect”
“argh spec”
The speeches were inevitably hilarious, and we all wore huge grins throughout. Fortunately the happy couple are blessed with an endearing self-awareness that made one feel unobliged to pretend it was a ‘normal’ wedding.
And it really wasn’t. Apparently, like many such partnerships, this had been all but arranged by the local mental disability charity. C and S were of an age and situation that meant they could be partially ‘released’ into civilian life in each other’s care.
A heart warmer, all told, the only drawback for me being an absence of intriguing female wedding guests.
Sunday, 19 August 2007
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