There are so many moving parts to a wedding, and I, it turns

Jeremiah Brent, with honesty and self-awareness, declared: “There are so many moving parts to a wedding, and I, it turns out, am a bit of a perfectionist.” In these words lies the recognition that love’s celebration is not simple, but a tapestry woven of countless threads — the details of place, of dress, of music, of ritual. And within this great weaving, the soul that seeks order may find itself consumed by the desire for harmony, beauty, and flawlessness.

The ancients knew this struggle well. To arrange a feast, to consecrate a union, to host a festival was never a task of simplicity. Every moving part — from the food upon the tables to the words spoken in blessing — carried weight. A misstep in ritual could mean insult to family, or even offense to the gods. Thus, the longing for perfection is not new, but an echo of humanity’s eternal desire to honor sacred moments without blemish.

History gives us the tale of Catherine de’ Medici, whose wedding to Henry II of France was a spectacle of grandeur. Every element — from banquets to masques to processions — was orchestrated to perfection, for it was not merely a union of two lovers, but of dynasties. Yet even amid such precision, chaos arose: whispers of scandal, burdens of cost, and political tension that no perfection could silence. In this, as in Brent’s confession, we see the truth — that even when every detail is arranged, life’s unpredictability humbles us.

Brent’s words also reveal the human heart’s paradox. The perfectionist yearns to control the uncontrollable, to tame the vast and untamable nature of love’s celebration. Yet, often, it is the imperfections — a stumble in the vows, a tear in the voice, a laugh amid silence — that become the most cherished memories. The moving parts may never align perfectly, but their very unpredictability brings authenticity.

Let the generations remember: a wedding is not made holy by perfection, but by sincerity. The countless details may dazzle, but they are only vessels for the deeper truth — the joining of two souls in covenant. As Jeremiah Brent teaches, it is natural to strive for harmony, but one must not forget that even amidst imperfection, love itself shines brighter than any flawless design. For in the end, it is not the moving parts but the enduring bond that matters most.