fell in love…”
This is one of the newest “wedding expressions” out on the market, and, while I must admit it does remind me somewhat of a sappy old Brad Paisley cawntrey song…it is nice to hear, especially when planning one’s wedding.
I also liked
“And, They Lived Happily Ever After!”
But, ultimately fell for
“Fall in Love…”
A “Fall” Wedding??
“FALL in love”?!?
Luckily for me, all of those decisions can be left for some new bride, planning her, I mean, uh, “their” day, because, my friends…our day has come and gone.
Was it all I hoped it would be?
Did everything go off without a hitch?
But, it is a wedding, and my personal opinion, based on time spent in the industry, my anal-retentive tendencies, and a few thorough heart-to-hearts with other brides is this: Couples who say their weddings went off without a hitch, just don’t know any better!
And, more power to ’em, I say!
Planning a wedding is HARD WORK. Planning a wedding on a set budget – even harder. Planning a wedding – on a set budget – 6,000 miles away…well, you get the picture.
Our drama, unfortunately, was not limited to lost invitations. Twelve days before “The Big Day” my mother and I returned home from an evening of mother-of-the-bride shoe shopping, and grandmother-of-the-bride dress hunting to find my father, who was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease several years ago, sprawled on the floor, covered with blood.
Luckily he was conscious, and once he was up and clean, he felt better and insisted a trip to the hospital was unnecessary.
He awoke the following morning tired and sore.
That afternoon, he took a cat nap in his oversized, off-white leather chair. Then, he wouldn’t wake up.
My mother and I tried repeatedly to awaken him, but he wouldn’t regain awareness. After a brief consultation with area first responders, he was life flighted the 30 miles to the nearest hospital. He stopped breathing once, and then awoke to, what he called, “one hell of a helicopter ride.”
He spent the next two days in the Intensive Care Unit before being transferred to a hospital room. After one week, he was admitted into a physical therapy rehabilitation hospital where he stayed for 25 days.
For those of you who haven’t done the math – that directly coincided with wedding events.
The doctors, nurses, and other staff members of both hospitals were amazingly gracious and assured my father from the onset that he would not miss this wedding. While, unfortunately, he was not able to make the trip down the aisle, he did make the trip across town for the pre-wedding rehearsal and BBQ, the ceremony, and the wedding reception.
And, THAT, my friends, was perfect!