Sometimes the little things really don't matter that much

I officiated a wedding ceremony yesterday. It was held outdoors. It poured rain during the rehearsal, and didn't let up until hours before the wedding. The remaining wind blew the candles almost as soon as they were lit. The ringbearer was too tired and got too fussy so he enjoyed the ceremony from inside the house. The grandmother wanted to get seated early, so we rearranged the order of service. The DJ was 45 minutes late due to the traffic from an exiting PGA golf tournament in the middle of his route with no legitimate escape (we did the ceremony a cappella, if you can believe that) route. The "runner" down the main aisle blew away. The wedding attendants missed a cue and released their butterflies at the wrong time (did you know there's a way to catch and release butterflies?).

And you know what?

None of it mattered at all. It was beautiful in it's simplicity. The bride was beautiful. The groom was appropriately emotional. The families were all happy. The ringbearer got happy. The reception was fun, and the DJ had good music. The food was excellent. The cake was cut and pictures were taken.

The got married, and the little things really didn't matter at all.