I wish I could write about our wedding in this blog, but I feel I cannot. At least not yet. It’s more of a magical blur that I’ll hold in my heart than a topic to break down and humorize. Someday I’ll write about how I felt and the things that went wrong and the things that went right and how everything came together to make up the happiest day of my life. I also wish I could write about the honeymoon and the adventures of life as a newlywed. Believe me there’s plenty of material to work with there, but let’s face it, that just wouldn’t be a decent blog. I suppose I could edit out certain topics, but then I think the meat of the story would be missing, and that thought depresses me. So instead of covering those topics, I would like to take this opportunity to blog a Shoutout to everyone who made our wedding possible. And so, in no particular order:
To Shan (we’re sisters-in-law squared!!) and Marilyn (Mom #2), who made chili wheels and spinach puffs and such tasties for the after-wedding party, and who threw out ideas and made appointments and organized like crazy to make the wedding possible. To Tutu, who arrived early from Illinois to spread joy and help out. To Kate, who was an awesome flower girl and did a great job dropping those flower petals. To my cat, Das Fluff, who left her cozy roof-tree-ground access bedroom and has lived in transition for the past month. To the ladies at the Daisy-A-Day flower shop, who created the poinsettia bouquet that the other florists said couldn’t be done. To Cassandra at the JCPenney hair salon who was open to my input and who made my hair look lovely. To Michelle Gower who, with her seamstress skills, made brilliant adjustments to my wedding dress on short notice.
To everyone at the church who helped out with decorations and clean up and such. To Dave and Mary who fed us oryx (yum!) at the rehersal dinner and just helped out like crazy in so many countless ways. To Uncle Gregg, who took great pictures during the ceremony, who had to maneuver around and watch the event through a lens. To Aunt Denise, who made last-minute adjustments to my dress and hair and helped calm my nerves right before I walked down the aisle. To Ben, who did his part by walking grandmas and wrangling kids. To my Dad, who did a great job of walking me down the aisle slowly, and whose steady march helped me to not sprint up the aisle toward Frank who was standing at the altar.
To my Dad (continued) who drove across the country crammed into a camper with his wife, mother, and mother-in-law in part to attend (and generously fund!) his eldest daughter’s wedding. What a guy! To my dear grandmothers, who did their share of cramming and camping with nary a complaint (that I ever heard). Three women in a fraction of a kitchen and getting along great, a testament to their greatness. To my mom, who exercised enough self-control to not pull out her hair while waiting for forever to hear that the wedding was officially on, and then planning the high-speed wedding of the year in no less than a month and a half. Who was patient and cheerful and flexible and capable and efficient and generous and wonderful in all her planning and organizing.
To my sister Ruthy, who had to work over Christmastime so she could get enough time off work to fly down and throw on the bridesmaid’s dress that Mom found which revealed the tattoo that she had designed herself and secretly gotten months ago and was stressed about revealing but which actually worked quite well with the flowing of the hair and the dress. Good taste in tattoos, that one, though I wouldn’t adorn myself in such ways. Ruthy also took awesome pictures with her camera Victoria.
To my wonderful husband Frank, who, like me, would rather not stand before a crowd of even familiar folk. Who dealt with the stress of finishing his second-to-last semester of grad school at the same time wedding plans were underway. Who had to be the one to deal with the wardrobe malfunctions on the wedding day. Who looks incredibly handsome in a tux. Who ended up with me, at the end of all things, and all the trouble I cause (insert double-wink and playful elbow-jab).
To Daniel, who had to dress up and make a toast (good old cowboy advice…nice. Nice job on the car too, by the way, and the communion). To my new father-in-law, who did a wonderful job getting us hitched. To everyone who made it to the wedding, it was great to see you! And to those who wanted to come but couldn’t, you were there in spirit, and we’ll see you back east in the spring for The Reception!
To Everyone: it was a crazy notion to get married during the holidays, but you all rose to the challenge with positive attitudes and (not to get too sappy or anything) helped to make my dreams come true. So I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thanks Everybody!!
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