Amy & Jon

WELCOME

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PROCESSIONAL 

"Stand By Me"; Ben E. King

"You're My Best Friend"; Queen

"What A Wonderful World"; Louis Armstrong

INVOCATION

To be delivered by Brian Wallace

READINGS

1. The Gift of Love, 1 Corinthians 13. To be read by the Bride's cousin, Ashley Clasen.

2. Robert Fulghum's All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. To be read by the Groom's friend and classmate, Tom Shearer.

3. Excerpt from The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. To be read by the Bride's mentor and friend Louise Newsome.

WINE CEREMONY

To be facilitated by the couple's dear friend, Alyssa Guberman.

DECLARATION OF INTENT

The exchanging of vows and rings.

PRONOUNCEMENT

RECESSIONAL

"This Will Be, An Everlasting Love", Natalie Cole

In order of procession...

Brian Wallace; Officiant

Jon Halvorson; The Groom
Josh Abrams; Groomsman
Anuj Dahia; Groomsman
CJ King; Groomsman
Gina Cavallo; Groomslady
Joe Marchese; Groomsman
Chris Shively; The Best Man

Scott & Sue Halvorson; The Groom’s Parents
Diana Taub, escorted by Tracy Taub; The Bride’s Mother & Uncle

Leann Shively; Bridesmaid
Jennifer Halvorson; Bridesmaid  & The Groom’s Sister
Kelly Taub; Bridesmaid & The Bride’s Sister
Christie Marchese; Bridesmaid
Angela Lehn-Christensen; Bridesmaid
Sarah Levitt; Bridesmaid
Caroline Maloney; Bridesmaid

Ethan Forsdike & Logan Willenbacher; Ring Bearers & The Couple's Nephews
Avery Willenbacher & Alice Forsdike; Flower Girls & The Couple's Nieces

Amanda Willenbacher; Matron of Honor & The Bride’s Sister

Amy Taub, escorted by Timothy Taub; The Bride & Her Father

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

All of what I really need to know about how to live, and what to do, and how to be, I learned in Kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school.

These are the things I learned…
Share everything.
Play fair.
Don't hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don't take things that aren't yours.
Say sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Give them to someone who feels sad. Live a balanced life.
Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day.
Take a nap every afternoon.
Be aware of wonder.
Remember the little seed in the plastic cup? The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere.
And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, they parted with leaves in their hair.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.