The Wedding Blog

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.