Dr. Norman Vincent Peale’s Marble Collegiate Church in New York had played such an important and happy part in our family’s life since we moved to New York that Julie felt very deeply about being married there and about having all reporters and cameramen excluded from the ceremony.
The church was beautifully decorated for Christmas with fresh pine boughs and red bows draped over the balconies and a large wreath behind the altar. Red and white poinsettias banked the entire front of the church and surrounded the small white prie-dieu on which David and Julie knelt during the ceremony.
The most memorable moment for me was when I gave Julie away at the altar. She suddenly turned and kissed me. This impulsive, spontaneous gesture brought tears to the eyes of many in the church — including mine.
That night Pat and I sat in front of the fire in our apartment and talked about the day and how beautiful Julie had looked and about how perfect the ceremony had been. But I know that we were both thinking about time: about how fast it goes, and about how little of it there is to do the important things with the people who really matter to you.
The reception after the ceremony was held at the Plaza Hotel. David and Julie chose “Edelweiss” from The Sound of Music as their first dance. I do not think I have ever felt lighter on my feet than when I tapped David’s shoulder and cut in for my dance with the bride.