I love my husband. My family's awesome, and my parents, sister and friends have made life that much more beautiful for me, but the Hub-man is the best thing that has happened to me in a long, long time (discounting of course, the everyday goodies which a person gets used to in life), the last best thing that happened to me being over ten years ago! And believe me you, ten years is a really long time of waiting, especially if your everyday life is a drudge of work-sleep-work, weekend outings to the mall and back, and bi-monthly outings home to visit your parents. And even more if you're someone who is in love with weddings, and have wedded off a mix of four siblings and cousins in a single year!
I've wanted to be in a wedding of my own ever since my uncle got married back in the early nineties. His bride was welcomed into her new home with such love and adoration it made everybody's eyes tear (and after too, but that's a story for another time!!!), and her bridal trousseau was so beautiful it made me fall in love with weddings.
Ever since that one wedding, every other wedding I've attended I've done so with a singular aim in mind; Learning to be a 'Bride'. How does that work? Don't ask me, I attended the course and failed miserably. I was the most shameful bride ever!
For starters, I couldn't blush. Have you ever heard of a bride who doesn't blush? The photographer made me and the Hub-man pose in various lewd positions, on the stage, in front of our entire families, and I couldn't blush! How much more embarrassing could it get, I ask you!
I had to bite off a tiny piece of clove the Hub-man held in his teeth (and where I come from, even TOUCHING is a no-no in public!!!), and I didn't blush. I had to literally balance myself on his arm while i crossed over a pool of fire and brimstone (kidding, it was only boiling oil), and I didn't blush. I had to wipe snot off my nose at the end of the wedding into a much abused kerchief and I didn't blush!!
Twelve years of studying brides gone down the drain... Sigh!
BUT! I was a bride...! And I have a smart, dashing, tall, broad-shouldered hunk of a Hub-man to prove it!!! But after the Being a Bride part is over, more thingies follow... Thingies not so easy to adapt to. The most difficult of them all being that the focus has to shift from Being the Bride to Being the Wife!! Sigh... Wedding to Marriage. The Transition!
Now if I can only drag my eyes away from those broad, broad shoulders a minute, I'll take some time out to write out a bit of the other thingies which involve the wedding.. Marriage! I meant marriage!
Yes. Marriage. So see you 'round again!
I've wanted to be in a wedding of my own ever since my uncle got married back in the early nineties. His bride was welcomed into her new home with such love and adoration it made everybody's eyes tear (and after too, but that's a story for another time!!!), and her bridal trousseau was so beautiful it made me fall in love with weddings.
Ever since that one wedding, every other wedding I've attended I've done so with a singular aim in mind; Learning to be a 'Bride'. How does that work? Don't ask me, I attended the course and failed miserably. I was the most shameful bride ever!
For starters, I couldn't blush. Have you ever heard of a bride who doesn't blush? The photographer made me and the Hub-man pose in various lewd positions, on the stage, in front of our entire families, and I couldn't blush! How much more embarrassing could it get, I ask you!
I had to bite off a tiny piece of clove the Hub-man held in his teeth (and where I come from, even TOUCHING is a no-no in public!!!), and I didn't blush. I had to literally balance myself on his arm while i crossed over a pool of fire and brimstone (kidding, it was only boiling oil), and I didn't blush. I had to wipe snot off my nose at the end of the wedding into a much abused kerchief and I didn't blush!!
Twelve years of studying brides gone down the drain... Sigh!
BUT! I was a bride...! And I have a smart, dashing, tall, broad-shouldered hunk of a Hub-man to prove it!!! But after the Being a Bride part is over, more thingies follow... Thingies not so easy to adapt to. The most difficult of them all being that the focus has to shift from Being the Bride to Being the Wife!! Sigh... Wedding to Marriage. The Transition!
Now if I can only drag my eyes away from those broad, broad shoulders a minute, I'll take some time out to write out a bit of the other thingies which involve the wedding.. Marriage! I meant marriage!
Yes. Marriage. So see you 'round again!
Love this sentence from ur blog : "The most difficult of them all being that the focus has to shift from Being the Bride to Being the Wife!! Sigh... Wedding to Marriage."
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