Music to walk down the patch of grass to

Remember how before the wedding I posted about wanting to walk down to my just-about-to-be-husband (-there was no aisle-) to the sound of The Postal Service’s such Great Heights? I hadn’t actually told M about it, although it wasn’t a big secret either since he knows how much I love this song, which really brings us back to the beginning of our relationship, and I had included it in the playlist spreadsheet his job was to put together.

Well, little did I know, he had an idea of his own about it, and had planned a little surprise for me too. This is what he wanted to hear while our son and I made our way down to him:

Try to forget how creepy-looking Robert Smith has become over the years. I think his voice is still just as unique and powerful. (Incidentally, this song is also featured on the excellent soundtrack of Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette.)

So, in the end, which one did we play? Well, none. It turns out that the orchard’s sound system broke down two days before the wedding (well, it wasn’t a fully-equipped wedding venue with a DJ, only a place where you go to taste ice cider, and we were well-aware of that!), and so we were able to play music inside with our iPod base, but not outside as I had envisioned.

And you know what? Oh well. That moment was absolutely perfect (and will remain very clear in my mind forever) anyway.

[LP kept on pulling my hand and saying: "On y va? On y va?" (Are we going?)]