Tuesday, April 04, 2006

The Wedding

Another big snapshot--my wedding day to Terry.




This day did in fact come chronologically before the birth of Amanda (which I blogged first, here). When she was younger, she would look at the wedding pictures and where she was. I told her that she wasn't born yet, to which she would ask, "I was still in your tummy?" Fortunately, she was born almost 6 years after that day, so that innocent comment is not likely to be misinterpreted by others.

I remember being in my big gown in the bride's room, awaiting the big moment, not really able to sit down, because I didn't want to wrinkle my big skirt. I think that some family members and bridesmaids lifted my skirt and put a stool under me at some point. The church wedding coordinator came in and said that Reverend Turner and his wife had been in an accident. They were okay, but they had to wait for the police. They had found the associate pastor (on the golf course, I believe), and he was on his way to the church. "Everything is going to be fine," she assured me, no doubt bracing herself for the hysterical reaction of a bride who wanted everything to be perfect on her wedding day. Actually, I was fine. I'm usually a pretty non-hysterical kind of female.

So, the associate pastor married us, using the pastor's notes for the ceremony. The pastor hadn't written in, "You may now kiss the bride," so at the end of the ceremony, we were waiting for the divine, lawful permission to be granted, and it wasn't! Apparently the pastor hadn't written it down, so he wasn't sure that we wanted it to be a part of the ceremony. So, we had a wedding without a kiss. The photographer made up for it, and had us kiss as he was taking staged photos afterwards, and while we were cutting the cake, and any time he could think of. He wanted to be sure we didn't miss out.

The other thing that stands out is that as we were lighting the candles, the wax dripped onto Terry's tux, and maybe even burned him a little.

Without the unplanned fiascos, what would I remember? I do remember the reception. It was short and simple. Cake and a few cold appetizers in the church reception hall. There were less than 200 people there, so it was small enough that we could visit with everyone there, including my ex-boyfriend who invited himself the week before when we happened to chat and I told him when I was getting married.

I also remember after walking back down the aisle, as husband and wife, being greeted and congratulated by my family and Terry's. Terry's grandfather gave me a big hug and said, "Now I have two granddaughters," giving me equal status with Terry's sister.

It was a nice day. A good beginning to what has been a good 13 years of marriage. Yes, there have been some unplanned fiascos mixed in with the everyday and with the celebrated joys, but we've managed to keep in mind that "everything is going to be fine." And with God's help, it will continue to be so.

5 comments:

Dianne said...

I remember my wedding day with fond memories as well; thanks for the little trip down memory lane. Pictures are valuable, yes, but more so I think are the memories you hold in your heart, as you have done. Keep up the good work.

sarah said...

I'm so glad that you blogged this. You know, I don't think I've ever heard about your wedding day from you and/or Terry. I've heard a bit from K and his folks, and of course seen your wedding photo on the stairs several times. You look so happy in that photo!

Your memory of T & K's grandpa is a very tender one.

Jen Rouse said...

A wedding without a kiss! Bummer! hopefully you have made up for it aplenty since then :)

aggiejenn said...

Great memories! The photo is beautiful.

Jeannine said...

That is a beautiful photo.