They won't recall the food (unless there wasn't enough of it) or the speeches (unless they go off the rails), but they'll reminisce about the maple syrup favors from the groom's father's farm or the moment when the bridesmaids did a line dance or how uncles Al and Ernie jumped into the pool.
In the early stages of planning, eccentricities had been my focus. I joked to my fianc that I would make my entrance on the prow of a boat, in full merman costume, belting Whitney Houston's "I Have Nothing."
"And during the bridge," I said, "that's when I throw myself onto the beach and flop across the sand to your feet.