Friday was a busy day for us. (We let our guests do their own thing that day.)
Thursday night, Martin and I held our respective parties.
Friday morning, we had the civil ceremony in the Erlangen courthouse. All we did, really, was swear in front of a judge that we liked each other, and signed a few papers. My parents, sisters and friend Robb were there for me. Martin’s mother, aunt, siblings and Oma were there for him.
The only big problem was when we realized Jill, my witness, not only needed her passport (she left it at the hotel), but even if she DID have it, she couldn’t understand German. So, the only person who could step in for Jill was Oma, Martin’s always-prepared, 90-year-old grandmother. And when Martin’s mother realized I didn’t even have a bouquet with me, she went to the nearest flower stand (because there’s one on nearly every corner in Germany) and had a bouquet made to match my dress.