I
mentioned last week that hubby and I eloped. We didn't start out planning that
step but it's one that I have yet to regret.
When
hubby and I were planing our wedding it was in the 70's, a time when many
marriages were held on the beach, barefoot...
Or under
an arbor in someone's back yard,
With
folding chairs...
Or in an
open field under the stars,
Wearing
wide brim hats
Or a ring
of flowers!
We wanted
something simple in the back yard with the priest there and a few friends and
family.We wanted one person to stand with us and finger snacks afterwards.
We wanted
to have music playing from a the record player playing songs that were
meaningful to us.
My mother
was not going to have any of that! We were willing to pay for it. Again, NO
She had to
invite hundreds of people we didn't know so the gifts would be good. She had to
have a church full after all! She
had to rent a hall, cater 3 different food choices for them to pick from. She had to have a live band and She had to have certain songs to dance to.
I had to
wear my sister's dress!
I had to
wear my sister's shoes!
I had to
wear my sister's veil!
Now my
sister had a beautiful wedding dress but she is 6 1/2 inches shorter than me!
She also
has tiny feet!
I don't
know about the size of her head.
I had to have
my sister's wedding.
It was
big and showy.
It lasted
all day long.
She was
sick by time it was over.
I know
because I held her dress while she threw up so nothing would land on it.
I had
vowed to myself that I was not doing that for anything.
I didn't
want my sister's wedding.
Why you
ask? Why must I have a copy of her wedding?
Well the
dress and shoes and veil were costly and my mom wanted her money's worth and no
one would know it was her dress anyway. Plus she still had all the receipts so
she knew who to call and wouldn't have to relearn how to plan a wedding.
Again, we
told her we did not want a big wedding and urged her to just let us have what we want.
She told
us that what we wanted was not nice enough and looked "poor".
However
every day I heard about the cost, the time involved, the list of people coming,
the cost had gone up a lot in 4 years since my sister's wedding, the time and over and
over agin how I was not worthy of such a great wedding.
My future
farther-in-law tried to talk to her. My sister tried to talk to her.
She
didn't care, she was going to recycle my sisters wedding for me and complain
the entire time.
Finally,
we decided that if we were going to break fee from her grip, we better do it
right off the bat.
So under
the guise of babysitting for my sister, I left the house and went to my sister's house but it was not to babysit!
We gathered my sister, her husband, their child, my future-in-laws, and Hubby's favorite uncle and aunt. They all were told it
was going to happen, they were all glad for us.
We
gathered at the office of the Justice of the Peace, exchanged vows, and became man and wife.
My future
father in law made last minute arrangements at our favorite restaurant
for a nice meal. When they heard of the reservation, they made us a wedding
cake.
My sister
did my hair.
In a
total act of rebellion I wore pink! I have told you I'm Scottish right? I thank
my dad for that.
|
From the Left, my neice being held by her mom (my sister) with her husband behind.
Me and Hubby
Uncle Al and his wife Terri
My new In-laws on the far right. |
So I had
the small wedding I wanted. We had the ones that were most important to us
there. We had a nice meal and a surprise wedding cake.
My
parents were married in a big church wedding-they had a terrible marriage.
My sister
had a big church wedding- it dissolved a long time ago, they were miserable.
I kept
the promise to myself and didn't have that.
I am glad
I stuck to my guns.
After the
wedding and before the meal, we stopped by the house to tell my parents.
My mothers first words to us, and I kid
you not,
"Why
didn't you tell me you wanted something small and easy?"
Cross my
heart - true!
And that's one of many reasons why my mother really disliked Hubby and tried to poison him a few years later....but that is yet another story another time!