I am firmly committed to the
idea that the wedding should be about the couple. However, I feel like I just
have to say first, thank you Aly and Andrew, for making Father Fred part of
this wedding. He is a legendary figure at Andrew’s alma mater, and it is an
honor to stand here by his side. I fully intend to work this sentence into most
of my conversations from now on, “When I was talking to my friend, who worked
on the Mercury project…”
Aly and Andrew’s shared alma
mater, University
of Arkansas (Go,
Razorbacks!) is central to their love story, since that is where they met.
Andrew confesses that up to the point he met Aly, “My grades were always good
but I was having a rough first couple of years because I felt as though something
was missing.” (Hmmm… What could that be?) He continues, “My good friends were
hanging out with a group of people and I ended up tagging along one day. While
meeting up with that group of people at a football tailgate in Little Rock , I got to really know Aly Hueber.
We hit it off well and I even gave up going to the game to get to know her
more.” Well, if football in Arkansas is
anything like it is in Texas ,
all I can say is Oy Vey! He says that, “She was something special.” His
evidence, by the way, is solid: “She found me funny, interesting, and
entertaining!” (Bright girl!) He says that he felt the exact same way about
her.
Interestingly, their stories
of their first few years at college parallel each other, but Aly has an
interesting prelude to the story Andrew tells about that fateful day he ditched
football for her, “I entered my freshman year and rushed a sorority… and made
some... amazing friends during my first
two years in school. By my junior year I had a circle of friends that hung out
about every weekend. I heard through these friends about "Sprick"
quite a few times but hadn't met him. At a birthday party… I met this mystery
guy for the first time and didn't think much of it.” (Ouch!)
Don’t worry; quickly their
stories converged, “Andrew and I talked and laughed the rest of the day. I was
amazed at how genuine and interested he was with me. He even skipped going into
the football game to stay and spend time with me and my friends. I knew there
was something different about him. I heard from Andrew the next day which
confirmed he was different from most of the college guys I had met before. He
wanted to see me again.”
Pretty quickly, these two
feel for each other, and it wasn’t long before they knew that they were
destined to be together and marriage was in the cards. And when this engineer
proposed, his proposal – you can’t make this stuff up – centered on the idea of
Pi. “He proposed on Pi Day, March 14,” Aly says, “and gave a beautiful speech
about Pi being an infinite number similar to our infinite love. This was the
moment I had been waiting for, but even better.”
Now, Aly and Andrew had one
more symbolism, that was hidden in that proposal, so hidden they may not have
even realized it. You see, I skipped over the time they took to build their
relationship. During this time, they not only made the adjustments necessary to
turn two into one. They even passed through the crucible of a long distance
relationship, not only made it work, but saw it bring them even closer. They
recognized what most sensible couples do. To make a relationship last, you must
be prepared to embark on a continuous journey. The engagement, the wedding, and
all subsequent milestones, are stops on the way up to the summit.
Now, like most Arkansans,
both Aly and Andrew call the mountain upon which they became engaged, Mount Magazine .
However, the United States Geological Survey refers to it as Magazine Mountain .
Why? Because a “mount” refers to a peak, while a “mountain” refers to a ridge.
(Thank you, Wikipedia!) Magazine
Mountain is a
ridge. On Magazine
Mountain , you have to
keep climbing to get to the summit, Signal Hill. That, my friends, is Aly
and Andrew’s reminder, or signal, if you will, to us today: If you want your
relationship to stretch to eternity, you have to keep climbing.
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