At my real wedding, I wore traditional Celtic garb - a kilt.

In the words of Chris Sullivan—“At my real wedding, I wore traditional Celtic garb – a kilt.”—there echoes a declaration of heritage, pride, and fidelity to one’s roots. A wedding is not merely the joining of two souls, but the binding of past and future, where ancestry and legacy meet in the sacred vow. By donning the kilt, he wrapped himself not only in fabric, but in centuries of memory, honoring the songs, struggles, and spirit of the Celtic people.

The ancients understood that clothing is never mere ornament, but symbol. The Roman toga marked citizenship and dignity; the Greek chlamys proclaimed freedom and valor; the armor of a knight spoke not only of protection, but of his oath to God and king. So too the kilt carries within its folds the mountains, winds, and clans of Scotland and Ireland, testifying to endurance and resilience. On his wedding day, Sullivan chose not a costume of fashion, but a banner of identity.

This choice reveals a deeper truth: that love is strongest when rooted in remembrance. Just as the Celtic garb tied him to his ancestors, so too the act of marriage ties a man to the generations yet to come. The wedding becomes more than personal—it becomes communal, a continuation of history, reminding all present that no covenant is made in isolation, but within the long river of lineage.

History gives us many such examples. When Alexander the Great married Roxana, he adorned himself in Persian dress, honoring her heritage as a gesture of union between nations. In that choice, he proclaimed that marriage is not only about the self, but about embracing the fullness of the other, and declaring before the world that two worlds have become one. Sullivan’s kilt carries the same spirit: a proclamation that love is not divorced from culture, but strengthened by it.

Thus, let us learn: the garments we wear in sacred moments are not trifles, but testimonies. To wear the kilt at one’s wedding is to honor the dead, to inspire the living, and to root the future in memory. For love without remembrance is fragile, but love clothed in heritage is unshakable, carrying within it the strength of generations.