LEWISTON – This was one wedding where both bride and groom got cold feet.

But everything turned out OK.

It was the kind of wedding where you not only say your vows, you can see them before you in the form of frost.

Few tears were shed Wednesday night during the ceremony for Stacy Ramsey and Matt McCorkle. That’s because tears at an outdoor wedding on the coldest night of the year will barely form in the eyes before freezing solid.

“They wanted to get married outdoors on the second anniversary of them getting together,” said Richelle Ramsey, cousin of the bride. “It just so happens that it’s freezing.”

Less than freezing, it was just a few degrees above zero. But there they were, the bride and groom and a dozen guests, walking down a path lit by white lights buried beneath the snow.

They gathered, shivering, not quite close enough to a pair of bonfires as the ceremony got under way. The backyard on College Street had a string of Christmas lights overhead.

At very few weddings will you behold bride and groom wearing fur-lined hats.

“This was my idea,” said McCorkle, 19, who spent most of his life in Florida. “I was the crazy one. I thought it would be even colder.”

It was cold enough for the guests. They stood in a half circle, hands shoved deep into pockets, faces hidden behind scarves.

It was perhaps 5 degrees.

“She’s happy,” Richelle Ramsey said of the bride. “She hasn’t complained a bit.”

Chris Soucy, a friend of the couple, became ordained online just so he could marry them. He was OK with the fact that he had to chatter his way through his very first ceremony.

“We are gathered together on this very cold night …” he began.

The couple read their vows. Soucy asked each if they would accept the other in marriage. Each said “I do” very quickly, and those promises were emphasized by jets of frost from the lips that spoke them.

They kissed and it was a long one. The first thing Stacy Ramsey, now Stacy McCorkle, said as a married woman was: “It’s cold! It’s cold! Let’s go inside.”

Preparing for a wedding in snow and cold is no easy feat. McCorkle, Soucy and several others spent two days clearing an area for the ceremony, shoveling a path and setting up the lights.

Winter in Maine has many ways of fouling plans.

“Someone ran over the lights we buried in the snow with a snowmobile,” Soucy said. “It broke a bulb and ruined the path. We had to do it all over again.”

But all’s well that ends well. No one suffered frostbite and now the McCorkles are married. Despite the cold that stung her faces and fingers, in spite of numbness in her toes, Stacy put it into perspective as she stared at her betrothed and spoke her vows.

“There’s nowhere else,” she said, “that I’d rather be.”