One of my favorite parts of our wedding day was the Hochzeitsherz ausschneiden… which translates to, “cutting out the wedding heart.” I call it, “Hey, let’s torture the American girl by not telling her what is about to come.”
This unexpected game did, however, provide for much entertainment.
And so begins the journey…
Three of our neighbors hold up a large white sheet with our names painted on it.
I am handed a pair of scissors and Kay is handed a pair also.
The only problem is that I don’t receive any rules or guidance beforehand.
As Kay is cutting out one side of the heart and I am working on the other…
He is already 3/4ths of the way through on his side and one of our neighbors looks down and asks, “Sarah, what are you doing?”
Me: Huh? I’m cutting…
Our Neighbor: Yes, but it’s a race.
(Psssst… I think Kay was trying to cheat by not telling me it was a race.)
Looks like the come-back-kid ends up winning, although a blurry finish.
And then I learn… I wasn’t supposed to cut open the bottom of the heart. Woops!
Just when I think we are done, Kay informs me that now he must pick me up and put me through the heart.
I am having visions of Kay tumbling over and/or dropping me.
And then I learn that Kay wasn’t just putting me through, but that he too has to make it through.
But then finally…
I later learned that this “game” symbolizes overcoming a couple’s first hurdle by going through the heart together.
As for the “flashing” part? I’m too scared to ask the neighbors. Let’s hope they closed their eyes and/or burned the memory from their brains. But we’re all still friends, so that’s a good sign.