Treely, Madly, Deeply: The Ceremony, Part One

Oh, hive, I am so excited to share this post with you all.

Our ceremony is completely and totally handcrafted. Rev. Fun wrote the entire thing on her own, and Mr. Palm Tree and I knew nothing about it until it was happening. Mr. Palm Tree and I wrote our own vows. (This, surprisingly, was his idea—long ago, I brought up the topic and he was all, “Well, of course we’re writing our own vows.” Easy peasy.) We kept them secret from each other. Friend B read I Like You by Sandol Stoddard Warburg (another Weddingbee find!). It was so unique and freaking perfect. I love every single second of it, which I think is evident in our photographs.

*all photographs courtesy of Limelight-Images

Side note #1: I’m using real names in this post because I don’t want anything to take away from the authenticity of these words. They are so powerful to me, and I hope that can come through as you read, even just a little.

Rev. Fun:

Friends and family, welcome to the beginning of a day that has been 6,135 days in the making. We are here today not to witness the beginning of what will be, but to honor what already is.


I am absolutely honored to be officiating this ceremony. Some of you may know I’m Stephanie’s cousin. But I promise this is legit.


Over the past few years—OK, eight—we’ve all been witness to the type of love Steph and Jon have. One that is full of passion and acceptance; of determination and hope; of playfulness and hard work. It is a love that reminds us to not forget that the little things are really the big things and that happily ever afters really do happen.

And now, Britney H_____ will read a passage selected by the bride and groom.

B started by saying a few sweet words about how Jon and I both love Disney and have been “twitterpated” with each other since day one. It was so adorable and sweet—it was a complete surprise, so it was even more touching.



I like you and I know why.

I like you because you are a good person to like.

I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it’s special

And you remember it a long, long time.

You say, Remember when you told me something special

And both of us remember


When I think something is important

you think it’s important too

We have good ideas

When I say something funny, you laugh

I think I’m funny and you think I’m funny too


I like you because you know where I’m ticklish

And you don’t tickle me there except just a little tiny bit sometimes

But if you do, then I know where to tickle you too

You know how to be silly

That’s why I like you

Boy are you ever silly

I never met anybody sillier than me till I met you

I like you because you know when it’s time to stop being silly


Maybe day after tomorrow

Maybe never

Too late, it’s a quarter past silly

Sometimes we don’t say a word

We snurkle under fences

We spy secret places

If I am a goofus on the roofus hollering my head off

You are one too

If I pretend I am drowning, you pretend you are saving me

If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag,

then you are getting ready to jump



That’s because you really like me

You really like me, don’t you

And I really like you back

And you like me back and I like you back

And that’s the way we keep on going every day

And I like you because when I am feeling sad

You don’t always cheer me up right away

Sometimes it is better to be sad

You can’t stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute

You want to think about things

It takes time


I like you because if I am mad at you

Then you are mad at me too

It’s awful when the other person isn’t

They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose

I like you because if I think I am going to throw up

then you are really sorry

You don’t just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that

You say, maybe it was something you ate

You say, the same thing happened to me one time

And the same thing did


If I break my arm, and if you break your arm too

Then it’s fun to have a broken arm

I tell you about mine, you tell me about yours

We are both sorry

We write our names and draw pictures

We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too

I like you because I don’t know why but

Everything that happens is nicer with you

I can’t remember when I didn’t like you

It must have been lonesome then

I like you because because because

I forget why I like you but I do

So many reasons

On the 4th of July I like you because it’s the 4th of July

On the fifth of July, I like you too

If you and I had some drums and some horns and some horses

If we had some hats and some flags and some fire engines

We could be a HOLIDAY

We could be a CELEBRATION

We could be a WHOLE PARADE

See what I mean?

Even if it was the 999th of July

Even if it was August

Even if it was way down at the bottom of November

Even if it was no place particular in January

I would go on choosing you

And you would go on choosing me

Over and over again

That’s how it would happen every time

I don’t know why

I guess I don’t know why I really like you

Why do I like you

I guess I just like you

I guess I just like you because I like you.


Jon and I read each other our vows next—fair warning: make sure your tissues are handy.



Mrs. Palm Tree

March 20
Pittsburgh, PA
Wedding Date:
May 2013
A Bottled Bouquet & Corked Boutonniere
Classifieds: September 25, 2013
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    Mrs. Rubber Stamps 821 posts, Busy bee @ 8:39 pm

    I love Rev. Fun’s opening remarks!

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