Wedding thoughts

This is girl drama and marital advice combined. In a little over a month we will be celebrating a 30th anniversary and that seems something that deserves some reflection. I do remember parts of the day, but over all most of it is a blur, those of you considering marriage and weddings need to find a way to record everything, photos, videos, family thoughts, etc. As one of the main participants you will find that so much is happening there will not be time to observe everything much less process the information, and without digital help it will be lost.

I took out the dress to look at it and don't even think it will fit my daughter, I do remember thinking at that time in my life I needed to lose weight. I was most likely wrong. Needless to say any thoughts of squeezing my middle age body in to the frothy yards of chiffon were put to rest. But I did learn something new, don't always trust that dry cleaner. The box was supposed to be sealed and preserve the dress but somehow there is age staining so it must be redone plus the gauntlets that matched the dress are missing. The search will begin to find someone who will do it right. So if you are packing a dress away, get a second opinion.

When doing major events, plan on at least three big things going wrong. This takes the pressure off, when you expect the "Oh No!" then you aren't blindsided by it. The cake doesn't show up, or there is a bat swooping over the congregation, actually dive bombing at points, no problem, you knew something like this would happen. The bat actually made our wedding one of the more memorable in our large extended family, just ask anyone one over the age of 30 if they remember our wedding and the ready response is "OH, yeah the one with the bat." Some folks mistakenly imagined we had released a dove in the chapel as the bat appeared just as the first strains of "On Eagles Wings" filled the air. As our soloists continued the hymn the critter managed to spook the entire audience, fly within an inch of my sister's nose and make a beeline for my father's face. Lots of silent shoulder shaking laughter around the altar.

I even met the critter up close and personal 3 weeks prior to the wedding. I was scouting photo locations for the day and checking a very old building for cute nooks and crannies that said perfect photo backdrop. I followed a winding staircase that lead to a dead end, no door out just a lower level space about 6 ft square and spotted something brown and fuzzy on the floor. I thought at first it was a toy mouse, but upon closer inspection, it lost its mouse appearance and even though I was within and inch or so as I sniffed nothing moved, nor did it smell. It looked rubber, like a toy that had soft rabbit fur glued onto it a bit haphazardly. This being a college campus chapel, I assumed it was a joke. So I muttered "Some damn freshman." and kicked the little rubber toy. Rubber wings immediately grew out of the little body and an impossible screechy hiss filled the air, he didn't like getting kicked. I hightailed it out of there and ran to a prearranged meeting with our priest. "Bernie" I said, " Are you going to get the bats out of the chapel?" He assured me that my meeting with the flying rodent was a fluke, and he had been at the school for years and had never seen a bat. "There are no bats in the chapel," He assured me on my departure. Famous last words.

Well, this isn't what it started to be...seems to be a hazard of blogging, I start some where with all these good intentions and end up somewhere else. I will have to go back to my real path on a later date.