The Wedding Blog
October 21, 2012 (Written in Oct, but just posted 12/26/12)
You are probably wondering why I’ve waited
nearly two months to write (and four months to post) the wedding blog. Those of you who have married off
daughters haven’t asked. You know that
I am still in recovery. Oh, no, I’m not
in the hospital or anything like that.
I’m just slowly working my way back to join you in total slackerdom. Why, Bob and I are even planning to do
something my parents did weekly, but we’ve rarely done in 36 years. Those of
you with dirty minds, stop it! We are
going for a ride through the country. Yep. We are driving down to Hermann to
take part in the consummate geezer activity: looking at the leaves. I would never have dreamed of such an
unproductive venture before August 25.
How could I have explained an entire wasted day? Well, I have no one to answer to these days,
so I am back to my old tricks.
As I
look around, I see constant reminders of the wedding:
10 – 15 square envelopes that were addressed wrong that now
have 65 cent stamps permanently affixed to them and white out slathered over
the addresses. If I follow family
tradition, these will probably be sitting in the same spot in my kitchen desk
20 years from now.
Several pages of leftover “LOVE” stamps. No, I don’t love
all of you, so just ignore the stamp if you should get one on card from me.
3 baskets of wedding cards, receipts, lists, contracts,
etc. If Mary were here, she would toss
them all immediately, but somehow I am afraid that I will toss just the item
that will be needed 6 months from now when it’s discovered that the mixer doesn’t
work or the china was, in fact, broken in transit. Or, God forbid, that a thank you note was not
written? You see my dilemma. Did I mention that my mother still has the
receipts for her wedding suit, hat, and shoes as well as the movie magazine she
read on the train on the way to her Chicago honeymoon?
A plastic bag filled with wedding fans. When I consider the cost, labor, and angst
that these fan/wedding programs extracted from all of us, I can’t bring myself
to toss them out. I wonder if they would
sell on eBay? You never know. Molly and/or Cody could become world famous
(or even world infamous in this day and age) someday and those would be worth a
lot of money. A savvy investor would
scoop them up. I wonder if they’d like the leftover sticks, Modge Podge, and slim
pink ribbon, too?
Several dresses -including the bride’s – and pairs of shoes and
purses that have never made it anywhere beyond where they were dropped at the
end of the wedding. At least the wedding
dress has been in a bag sort of draped on a bed.
So, you see, the wedding is still with me every day. But, you might ask, what about the wedding
itself?
Thinking of it makes me happy and sad. There were a few moments that give an MOB a
start..
My husband at the rehearsal pointing to me and saying to
monsignor in all seriousness, “So, I just follow her down the aisle, right?” Monsignor kindly reminded him that he would be
walking someone else down the aisle….
Nancy trying on her bridesmaid dress on Thursday, breaking
the zipper and then being unable to get OUT of the dress without incident. Luckily, a very kind soul and wonderful
seamstress friend saved us from
ourselves once again.
But, here’s what I remember best…
The happy couple .
The toast by my husband that was so heartfelt and
exceptional that several people came up to me afterwards an asked me if I had
written it..I hadn't.
Suddenly getting teary-eyed at the kitchen sink the day after the wedding
as I basked in the joy of having my entire
extended family there -and they
were all healthy and happy - for breakfast.
Something came over me, and I felt like the luckiest person on
earth. Maybe I am.
Lucky and plucky,
I remain
Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/ Elizabeth
P.S. I would have posted a wedding photo, but all I seem to find on my computer is this one of my girls from the bridesmaid luncheon. It'll have to do until one of my kids takes pity on me and helps me find all the photos I keep downloading but never locating on my laptop.
