I have this friend. We went to K4 through grad school together (not by design, we’re not stalkers) and she’s one of those friends that even when we have rough patches where real life gets in the way, you kind of pick up where you left off.
And last weekend she married her best friend. They’re adorable- they had gone to prom together and all that jazz. Also adorable was the flower girl, whom I provided. You’re welcome.
(Being mother of the four-year-old flower girl also meant I got to ride along on the party bus and scored me a *ahem* number of free and tasty drinks. I was quite relaxed by the time I got the reception.)
Anyway. We began with Squeaks’ first manicure the day before. She chose sparkly purple polish which normally I would have clutched my pearls and forbade but eh, what are you gonna do? The flower girl wants what the flower girl wants.
Squeaks was so excited to spend the day with Mary, getting to do real grown up things like have her nails done. And then eat some mac and cheese at Noodles. Because grown-ups like that too, don’t even try to lie.
The rehearsal was that night. I love wedding rehearsals. They’re so hopeful and adorable and awesome. Our own wedding rehearsal was atrocious. My mom was sick, my husband’s mom was literally in the hospital, his car was broken and they were demanding that he pick it up the next day WHILE WE WERE GETTING MARRIED, I was pretty sure a bunch of people were going to have breakdowns, and the photographer had just called to say that there was an air show scheduled that we didn’t know about so we couldn’t do pictures where we had planned. Oh, and our priest had doubled booked us so we had a different priest for the rehearsal. One who liked us to say totally different things and stand in totally different places.
But it ended up being the best night of my life. I was never unsure of how Buzz felt about me; obviously, or I wouldn’t have been marrying him. But I was worried that our actual wedding would be too difficult for him. The sadness of the memories would overwhelm the happiness he felt to be marrying me. The priest who ended up doing our rehearsal wanted us to practice saying the vows, which is pretty unorthodox (usually they like the whole surprise factor- as I was not in the mood for any more surprises that day, I was just fine with it) and watching Buzz say those words, I was so comforted. We were fine. Yes, it was hard, but it was our wedding and we would be fine.
Anyway. This one was as lovely as that.
I didn’t get any postable pictures from dinner (just some of Buzz and the maid of honor drinking), but it was lovely. In the same restaurant that my sister and her husband had their rehearsal dinner. I was pregnant and mad and guilted a guy from another restaurant into valet parking my car. One of my finer moments. Here is the happy couple practicing…
The next day, even Buddy was so excited he carried his bunny around in his mouth. Like an animal. What? It’s his new trick.
Tips for an awesome wedding: Have Canticle of the Turning as the gathering song. My sister did this too, and it was equally as awesome.
Getting married!!! Yay for marriage!
She ran too fast for me to take pictures of her leaving.
Almost our whole family- Buddy had passed out in some grandma’s arms by then.
She was such a good flower girl. We’re going to start renting her out with the church.
Gorgeous bride on the party bus. Aww yeah.
Squeaks was a tad cold. She made it very well known. We’re a tad dramatic at four.
Obligatory awkward dip shot!
The reception was absolutely beautiful. Amazing food, I had *ahem* a few old fashioneds, and we got to sit near my family, which never happens at weddings that aren’t, well, ours, and then you’re a little preoccupied. First dance- Squeaks said it was “so beautiful I could cry!”
(Again. A little dramatic.)
Aaand…we’re done. A sign of a good wedding: when the flower girl literally passes out in the middle of the floor from excitement.
This was, incidentally, at like 9:45 pm. As we were packing up to leave shortly after this a guy I knew in high school said, “Aww, you’re leaving! It’s so early!” Dude. I have kids. I’m an old woman now. I should be slathered in Hope in a Jar and snoring away right now next to my husband and his wrist and mouth guards.
(Marriage. It. Is. Hawt.)
Congratulations, Mary and Nick!