I'm still waiting for someone to call me to cater their wedding.

In the words of Coolio, spoken with laughter yet bearing hidden wisdom, we hear the spirit of a man who knows both the value of his craft and the richness of his community: “I’m still waiting for someone to call me to cater their wedding. But that’s gonna cost you. If you want my cousin Jerez to play the sax, that’s going to cost you a little more. The sky’s the limit after that.” Though framed in jest, this saying carries a deeper truth about the worth of labor, the joy of family, and the limitless creativity that surrounds the sacred rite of weddings.

He speaks first of catering, the feeding of guests. In ancient times, feasts were not merely about nourishment but about honor. To break bread together was to bind kinship, to weave bonds of loyalty. Thus, when Coolio imagines himself preparing the feast, he alludes to the ancient role of those who served at the tables of kings and heroes. Yet he also reminds us: such service is not free. To prepare with skill and spirit has value, and value must be honored. In this he teaches that labor, whether in the kitchen or upon the stage, is holy and must not be cheapened.

And when he speaks of Jerez and the saxophone, he reveals another layer of meaning: the celebration of family and the inheritance of music. For just as in Greece the lyre was passed from master to student, or in Africa the drumbeat was given from elder to child, here too the power of music is entrusted to kin. To summon his cousin is to remind us that family is not only blood but a chorus of gifts, each member bringing forth their own note to the song of joy.

History recalls how at the marriage of Alexander of Macedon and Roxana, not only warriors and generals were present, but musicians, poets, and dancers, for the union of two hearts was also the union of nations. Coolio, in his playful declaration, echoes this truth: that a wedding is not only the joining of two souls, but a stage upon which the arts, the food, the laughter, and the shared talents of community are displayed.

His final words, “the sky’s the limit,” soar above jest and rise into prophecy. For in truth, love’s celebration has no ceiling, no border, no boundary. Each couple may dream as they will, and each community may gather to raise that dream into reality. Thus, Coolio’s light-hearted quote becomes a teaching for future generations: value your gifts, honor your family’s talents, and never fear to dream beyond the ordinary—for in love, as in art, the sky is truly the limit.