"True Companion" Marc Cohn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sp6zoc84NcU I amended this one.
Originally it stated "a song at your wedding". Yet everyone knows the song "Wind Beneath My Wings" (which was beautifully played and sung by the mutual friend who brought us together in the first place).
So, in the light of giving something you probably have not heard before, I'll submit this one, which was not played at our wedding, but our reception. The story behind this one (I'm learning as I've done this challenge that all these songs/albums have some sort of story) goes like this: Mike and Terri start planning a wedding. Terri's dad (as per tradition) agrees to pay for the wedding. Mike and Terri plan the wedding with a some constraints and compromises as to the how's and where's. Mike gets a BAD attitude about the how's and where's (forgetting of course, that it is, in fact Dad's money paying for the wedding) and...and...and.
They say if you can survive the planning of your wedding, you can pretty much survive anything as a couple. So, with a month to go and not much caring if this thing got off the ground or not, I make a decision: 1. I and my groomsmen shall wear white leather Nikes, which shall be distributed only moments before we're on "stage", and 2. "True Companion" shall be the last song played at the reception. That's it.
Sometimes surprise is a good thing in a relationship. Sometimes, the element of surprise will get you killed in a relationship. If you listen very closely to the video of the wedding as we turn to walk up the aisle, you can hear my lovely bride say, "I'm going to kill you for those shoes."
But on to the wedding reception, and everyone quite likes the idea (or they're waiting for the axe to fall) and it all blurs as wedding receptions do. But...but...there is that last song. Just Terri and I on the floor, the whole room watching, and this song washes over the atmosphere of it all. Suddenly, all that crap about the how's and the where's is irrelevant. I have my true companion, dancing close to me, and that is all that really matters, isn't it?
Even if her dad is shooing people out the door, not wanting to pay for an extra hour at the reception hall. ;)