Since it was not raining and warm (for Chicago, anyway), we held the ceremony on the lakeside patio.
Judge Cawley picked just the right words. (As did Don's sister Susan Anderson and our friend Kyle Wright... as you can see below.)

reading by Kyle Wright:
Oh Love by Thomas Rain Crow

(For Oahira)

Oh love,
where do you go with your silence?
I am moving into
the infinite walls of your skin
in search of our being
Only this oneness knows
eternity's secret to prayer,
or the music of spheres
which I have seen whirling in your eyes.

From a sacred rock
together we saw the ancient dance of stone.
How the mist reveals the mountains
and the mountains move!

Somewhere through the non-existent doors of my heart,
an eagle will fly,
and this race of wind in my mind
will cease
And again we will meet.
God looking God in the eye.
On the first full moon of fall.

You have come to me
like the very first beat of my heart.
The first breath.
Or happiness
showing itself in tears
or smiles that will forever glow!

Oh love,
as I move deep into the gardens of your dreams,
you are still asleep in me.
Every miracle that a man with a woman can be.
You are everything!
Sight. Sound. Touch.
And the ancient one walking from the sea-
You are everything:
The silence.
The song.
And the one inside that is me.

reading by Susan Anderson:
Poetry and Marriage by Wendell Berry
 

The meaning of marriage begins in the giving of words. We cannot join ourselves to one another without giving our word. And this must be an unconditional giving, for in joining ourselves to another we join ourselves to the unknown. We can join one another only by joining the unknown. We must not be misled by the procedures of experimental thought: in life, in the world, we are never given two known results to choose between, but only one result that we choose without knowing what it is.

Marriage rests upon the immutable givens that compose it: words, bodies, characters, histories, places. Some wishes cannot succeed; some victories cannot be won; some loneliness is incorrigible. But there is relief and freedom in knowing what is real; these givens come to us out of the perennial reality of the world, like the terrain we live on. One does not care for this ground to make it a different place, or to make it perfect, but to make it inhabitable and to make it better. To flee from its realities is only to arrive at them unprepared.

Because the condition of marriage is worldly and its meaning communal, no one party to it can be solely in charge. What you alone think it ought to be, it is not going to be. Where you alone think you want it to go, it is not going to go. It is going where the two of you - and marriage, time, life, history, and the world - will take it. You do not know the road; you have committed your life to a way.