Thank you, Natalie. A “mix of tradition and improvisation” ā€” exactly. Either one without the other rarely feels right to me. Had I fallen in love with someone deeply rooted in a particular faith tradition, I probably would’ve consented to a religious ceremony without much fuss, but my inner cynic would’ve been making silent wise-cracks throughout. Celebrating the way Rachel and I did, though, the little bastard didn’t speak up once.