Amabilis
08-29-2007, 09:06 AM
I figured I would tell you the story of my wedding day...
Joe and I have been planning on April 19, 2008 for a while now, but when the doctors told me that my stepfather had weeks to live (less than a month), we decided the right thing to do would be to hold a quick, small legal ceremony so that he could be present.
As some of you may have read in my post titled "Nine Days" under wedding vents and stress, there was a lot that had to be done, and a lot of problems with close family members (well, just my father).
Well, good news is that he finally caved... as much as he didn't want to spend my wedding day dealing with my mother or the man who raised me through those horrible teenage years, I think he realized that he couldn't live with himself if he missed my day.
So... I spent the weekend before the wedding trying to find a dress. I have a dress for the larger wedding in April, but I thought that it wouldn't be best for a small gathering in our front yard.
I found a cute, white, cotten eyelet dress on sale from $100 down to $31!!
and a simple slip for $11. Joe left Virginia on Monday morning (Aug 20th) for California for work, so I was left dealing with everything. By Wednesday the 22nd, I had paid for and was waiting on our wedding rings to get in and engraved. I was still looking for shoes... and something old, blue and borrowed.
I was so upset that day since I hadn't heard from my father in over a week (which is very rare for us), so I went looking for him. I found him at work and we got into a huge arguement in which he told me never to contact him again, and that he wouldn't we at the wedding on sunday, nor the one in April.
Joe is my rock, and with him gone during this horrible day, I had no where to go, no one to turn to, as my mother is dealing with enough stress and my father was turning his back on me...
I told my father fine... you want to miss my day, you will be the one who regrets it and has to live with that for the rest of his life... I guess that did the trick... Wednesday my stepfather got out of the hospital and hospice wasn't scheduled to come until the following morning, so my mother asked if I could come stay at their house to help out in case something happend with him. About 9:50pm i got a call on my mother's phone from my father saying "you win... what time do you want me there?"
Not quite what I wanted to hear, but at least he was going to be there.
So, fast forward to friday afternoon, I am waiting for Joe's plane to land, I had taken care of my dress, a haircut, our rings, a florist to do my bouquet, contacting a rental company for plates, chairs and glasses, bought wine and champagne, beer and fruit.. figuring a quick ceremony, toast and cake would sufice...
My mother's friend called to tell me that there was a coconut cake (our favorite) paid for and waiting for us to pick up on Sat. (Thank you again Sara Lee, not that Sara Lee...) I had the cake picked up by my MOH and she brought it out on Sunday morning.
Friday night my girlfriends took me out for a night out on the town, doing all the fun bachelorette stuff, and Sat. I worked on cleaning the house, arranging flowers and again, still looking for shoes.
Sunday morning came and it was cloudy and cool (great for us since it has been averaging about 95-100 degrees the last few weeks) It had poured 5 inches of rain the night before and the yard was a mess. We spent a few hours picking up branches and leaves, raking mulch and finishing up the shopping, since my FH wanted to cook out afterwards for those who wanted to stick around.
cont. next post...
Joe and I have been planning on April 19, 2008 for a while now, but when the doctors told me that my stepfather had weeks to live (less than a month), we decided the right thing to do would be to hold a quick, small legal ceremony so that he could be present.
As some of you may have read in my post titled "Nine Days" under wedding vents and stress, there was a lot that had to be done, and a lot of problems with close family members (well, just my father).
Well, good news is that he finally caved... as much as he didn't want to spend my wedding day dealing with my mother or the man who raised me through those horrible teenage years, I think he realized that he couldn't live with himself if he missed my day.
So... I spent the weekend before the wedding trying to find a dress. I have a dress for the larger wedding in April, but I thought that it wouldn't be best for a small gathering in our front yard.
I found a cute, white, cotten eyelet dress on sale from $100 down to $31!!
and a simple slip for $11. Joe left Virginia on Monday morning (Aug 20th) for California for work, so I was left dealing with everything. By Wednesday the 22nd, I had paid for and was waiting on our wedding rings to get in and engraved. I was still looking for shoes... and something old, blue and borrowed.
I was so upset that day since I hadn't heard from my father in over a week (which is very rare for us), so I went looking for him. I found him at work and we got into a huge arguement in which he told me never to contact him again, and that he wouldn't we at the wedding on sunday, nor the one in April.
Joe is my rock, and with him gone during this horrible day, I had no where to go, no one to turn to, as my mother is dealing with enough stress and my father was turning his back on me...
I told my father fine... you want to miss my day, you will be the one who regrets it and has to live with that for the rest of his life... I guess that did the trick... Wednesday my stepfather got out of the hospital and hospice wasn't scheduled to come until the following morning, so my mother asked if I could come stay at their house to help out in case something happend with him. About 9:50pm i got a call on my mother's phone from my father saying "you win... what time do you want me there?"
Not quite what I wanted to hear, but at least he was going to be there.
So, fast forward to friday afternoon, I am waiting for Joe's plane to land, I had taken care of my dress, a haircut, our rings, a florist to do my bouquet, contacting a rental company for plates, chairs and glasses, bought wine and champagne, beer and fruit.. figuring a quick ceremony, toast and cake would sufice...
My mother's friend called to tell me that there was a coconut cake (our favorite) paid for and waiting for us to pick up on Sat. (Thank you again Sara Lee, not that Sara Lee...) I had the cake picked up by my MOH and she brought it out on Sunday morning.
Friday night my girlfriends took me out for a night out on the town, doing all the fun bachelorette stuff, and Sat. I worked on cleaning the house, arranging flowers and again, still looking for shoes.
Sunday morning came and it was cloudy and cool (great for us since it has been averaging about 95-100 degrees the last few weeks) It had poured 5 inches of rain the night before and the yard was a mess. We spent a few hours picking up branches and leaves, raking mulch and finishing up the shopping, since my FH wanted to cook out afterwards for those who wanted to stick around.
cont. next post...