Amy’s Wedding Speech

Moms Tribute
There are moments, years after my mom died, when her absence is strongly felt. I’ve stood countless times in the kitchen at the farm with the music playing and remembered kitchen dancing. We’d come home from school and mom would have the music cranked as she made dinner. The instant we walked in the door, she’d grab us we’d do her rendition of swing dancing, but slower… we called it kitchen dancing. Brent and I continue this tradition and kitchen dance on a regular bases.
Today, I have waves of emotion as I stare at the empty space that should be filled by the mother of the bride. My sister and I have had each other to help us through the tough moments. Lisa and I make a point of visiting mom twice a year. The day she was born and the day she died. We take a bottle of wine, in the middle of the afternoon, sit in the cemetery and tell stories and toast our mom – both the good and the bad. So, if you see two girls sitting in the middle of the cemetery with a bottle of wine on a Tuesday – it’s just us.
Lisa and I would like you all to join us in a toast to our mom. She loved a good party and as we raise a glass let’s make her proud tonight in celebrating our wedding!
Dads Tribute
Now, I’d like to take the opportunity to tell you how I really feel about my dad.
When I was 13 my Dad knew nothing.
When I was 16 my Dad not only knew nothing, but he was wrong.
It wasn’t until I was into my twenties that I realized he was right – about everything.
My dad is always helping people. He taught us it was more important to help others than help yourself. I know the man I married today believes in helping others with the same passion as my dad.
Dad taught me about generosity and kindness. He taught me the importance of family and friends. He taught me that the only way to really enjoy a beer was to put in an honest days work.
I was 18 when he told me to make my own decision, but he’d wait until after I made my decision – that I chose wrong. “Way to go Stupid” was a phase saved for those truly unmistakable mistakes that kids make.
He’s a big man. A strong man. I’ve been saying that as soon as he turns 70 I’m going to kick his ass. He turned 70 last march and I’m still waiting.
My dad and I have a common interest through Emergency Services. He’s a retired volunteer fire chief and I’m a paramedic. One night after several bottles of butterfly wine I was trying to explain the importance of the defib and he was telling me it was all about CPR. I argued, as a new paramedic would, about technology and he stayed with old fashion chest compressions.
Fifteen years later… after much research from within the medical community… I hate to tell him that he’s right again.
I love you dad and I’m glad I got to say this all while you still sitting upright.
Brian and Ellen
The first time I had dinner at the Lindhursts I was a little nervous. As we sat down on the back deck with the sun setting into the lake I was relieved to see they had two bottles of wine on the table and the clear liquid in their pre-dinner drinks glasses was not water.
We ate under the stars and talked for hours. I knew these were my people when the third and forth bottles of wine where set on the table. I knew right then that I had to find a way to join this family.
Thank you for making me feel welcome and thank you for all your kindness and support.
Thank You Toast
What can I say about my new partner in crime? He has the most wonderful ideas. Building these picnic tables was a memorable experience as was renovating the farm, working on the cottages and building his barn out back. I often forget that not every girl can swing a hammer, lay tile, mix concrete and has her own table saw (that both dad and brent borrow).
We like helping people and we like helping each other. Brent is generous and kind. He’s loving and romantic. He’s funny, often late and sometimes frustrating. I’m glad I’m on this adventure with my best friend.
This beautiful beach wedding was Brent’s idea. He did most of the planning, getting, gathering and work. He was so excited and his excitement was contagious. I’m thrilled to be standing next to this man, holding his hand and I can’t wait to hear about his next idea.
This wedding has not been about just one day. It’s been a collaborative effort of so many people over months of planning. It was a great excuse to spend time with friends. I have wonderful memories of building picnic tables, putting up the tent and setting up. Chuck and Jill worked so hard on the lighting and Billy swinging a sledge like a princess was incredibly entertaining. My dad got the tractor stuck right over there…
the flowers are incredible – Thanks to my sister Lisa and her shop Shirley Ann’s Flowers for adding the icing to the cake. Shirley Ann’s Flowers can be found at 336 Central Ave in Fort Erie…. I’m sure she’ll give you a discount.
Thanks to my cousin Miranda who made the wedding cake and we only spoke on the phone once.
Finally, we’d like to thank you all for coming to the beach and joining us in celebrating our wedding.
We’d like to thank our wedding Party: Lisa & Robbie, Jill & Chuck, Billy & Jess, Maggie, Erin & Kate and our silent bride’s maid Jenn who travelled from Alberta to be here today… and who could forget our puppies: Taz, Gizmo and Poco. – these puppies keep me sane and bring so much joy. I can’t wait to see the pictures!
We’d like to thank Pastor Tom, HR and Katrina for doing a wonderful job.
Thanks to my new husband for creating a beautiful day fit for a princess. I love you.  

Brent’s Wedding Speech

Here it is – the day that has kept us up for many nights.  A day some believed never would come. It’s time for the well meant cliques.  The thank yous.
I’m not sure how other people write.  I think about writing while I’m doing other things – which explains some of my scars and lack of sleep.  I’ve been thinking about these thank yous for some time, and I thought about a good chunk of them while we were building these picnic tables.
I suspect pretty much everybody knows this, but I’m not originally from here, here meaning Wainfleet.  I suspect that there were attempts to conceive me here – but I wasn’t born here.  Wow, that’s completely off topic.  Anyhow – this is home – I’ve grown here, made mistakes here, learned here, and made some of my best friends here – and some friends of mine taught me if you’re going to get married in Wainfleet you’re going to build some picnic tables.
When I asked Amy to marry me she was thrilled (of course).  As we climbed over the initial shock of me asking such a grown up question we started talking about details.  Amy wasn’t surprised by my suggestion of venue; she instantly agreed.  And she was oddly not surprised when I said: we need to build picnic tables.  She didn’t even laugh at such a suggestion.  Likewise she didn’t laugh when I recommended installing squeaky, bangy hinges on the new screen door at the Farm.  I knew I had the right girl.  Anyhow, so we built picnic tables.
Amy and I build together well.  It’s one of the reasons I knew she was the one.
These picnic tables are analogous to our relationship.  They aren’t perfect – but they’ll hold more than their share.  They might be a little out of square, but still are oddly atheistically pleasing.  They’re extremely functional.  Amy and I sweat and probably bled a little over these tables.  We work hard at things together.  But their construction had lots of help.  We’re fortunate to have lots of support.  And there’s more than a little beer and sweat spilled on these by people we’re lucky enough to consider friends.  A great union needs hard work together, but it also needs outside help.  We’re thankful that we have that.  Thank you to our picnic table support crew – our friends.
Thank you Amy for proof reading my words, for building my picnic tables.  Many believe when they see a grand wedding under a big tent that this is for the bride.  Thank you Amy, for this excitement is largely for me.  If you enjoy yourself, thank Amy for running along with me.  I suspect that Amy would be equally satisfied with a small civil ceremony.  From the first murmur of our nuptials I knew I wanted a celebration fit for such an occasion – I mean how many thought this day would never come?  Thank you Amy for the rest of our lives together, starting with such a grand beginning.  For teaching, listening, and kitchen dancing.  Thank you for only quietly rolling your eyes when I heat up yesterday’s coffee.  I’ll keep making the new stuff for you though.  Thank you Amy for this day and all the rest.
We thank our families who have put up with decades of craziness until we finally met our match – and married each other.  Thank you for this beautiful location, thank you for opening your house to our celebration.  Thank you Mom and Dad for putting up with months of incredible wow and helping make this celebration a reality.  And thank you for the many, many years of support through fun and challenges (mostly fun) that lead to this day.
Thank you Frank for welcoming me into your Family.  He has a funny way of welcoming a new family member.  His brother tells you to get him a beer and Frank lets you help lay flooring.  It’s a wonderful welcome which makes me feel as much a part of the family as any of his kids.  When he called one of my decisions “stupid” I knew I was in.
Thank you to our extended families, our friends.  Our supporters.  A friend of mine says he can’t pick his family.  Friends are family that you pick.  Thank you friends for your fond thoughts and wishes and joining us for today’s celebration.  A special thank you to our friends who have helped us create this day by setting up, constructing, and who’ll help with the tidy.  We are blessed to have many friends and thank you.
Thank you to the bartenders, the food and catering staff.  We owe you; you’re helping distract our guests from the splinters.  How about a quick hand for these wonderful people – the backbone behind a great celebration!
And what would a celebration be without music?  Thank you to Ray and the band for bringing together the sound system so everybody could hear the words I’ve been so looking forward to offering and the music that will make this celebration a wonderful memory.
The legal, the spiritual, is done.  Let us celebrate!

We Wrote Our Vow

Bride to Groom:
I Amy take you Brent to be my best friend, partner in cahoots, travel companion and husband.
I promise to be faithful, honest, kind and loving.
In front of God, family and friends I vow to be a good wife, honest partner and willing adventurer.
I will stand by you during the good and bad. I will love you all the days of our lives.
Groom to Bride:
I Brent take you Amy to be my wife; my equal, my muse, my confidant, my conscience.
I promise that you will have the first choice of crayons when we colour, the best hammer when we build.
In the presence of God, our family and friends I vow to be a best friend & faithful partner and to love and cherish you as long we both shall live through joy and challenges.