My brother is getting married this weekend to a lovely girl, both inside and out. Since the ring, her weeks have been filled with appointments to pamper and beautify all for the big day. While brides now prep with concerns for their nails, lashes, hair, tan (and on and on and on), the June bride has always been popular, though her beauty regime and wedding concerns have changed.
In a world that seemingly values tradition less and less, June remains synonomous with weddings. It’s a custom rooted in both superstition and practicality, which started sometime back in Roman times. The month of June is named for the Roman goddess, Juna, who supposedly brought about blessings of prosperity for newlyweds. I most appreciate the Medieval bride’s concerns: a wedding sounded (smelled) best after everyone had their annual bath in May or June. Brides were fairly fresh, but just in case, our Medieval Juliet would have carried a large bouquet of flowers down the aisle to offset any odor.
Practicality again: a bride planning a June wedding was already thinking about her future family. Her help would be needed come harvest time, and winters were harsh for everyone. It would be best to conceive in a time that brought about babies when the weather broke.
Now that we aren’t limited to bath-times, we can focus more on the celebration. We may rightly honor the promise between two people and the excitement they share for new beginnings. For even after the spray tans have faded and the laugh-lines set in, love endures.
On Saturday, June 8, my new sister-to-be will walk down the aisle, wearing a traditional white dress and veil, carrying that customary bouquet, probably even having something old, new, borrowed, and blue with her. Customs, traditions, and superstitions aside, the “I do’s” of the covenant of marriage will bind the two together in the eyes of God, and all of us in attendance will be witness to their vows and first kiss as husband and wife.
Casey and Alix, congratulations on your marriage!
Neena Gaynor is a Kentucky wife, mother, daughter and beekeeper who does life in Owensboro. She also writes on her blog at www.wordslikehoney.com. and can be reached via email at firstname.lastname@example.org.