As our BIG day approached, all I kept hearing from Dean was ... don't forget we need to keep it small. For ten months I heard... don't forget we need to keep it small.
All the usual things for a wedding, but with a relaxed twist. The venue was easy, we were getting married by a long time family friend in Malibu. What a great place to get married, after all we met near the beach, most of our relationship was spent at the beach, and we grew up near the beach... why not get married near the beach. We were married at the Malibu Phoenix.
As far as the preparations went...I put all my talents to work with this wedding. I designed and made the invitations. The party favors, shoes, and our Titanium wedding bands (the strongest metal to represent how strong our love is for one another)... all purchased on eBay. Table arrangements, and other decorations including paper goods, glasses and utensils purchased downtown Los Angeles from wholesale merchants. Then a little of this here and a little of that there... and VIOLA! Oh, my dress, it was given to me. Finally, all the delicious Persian food was provided by my father-in-law's Persian friends. Nummy!!
Our photographer was perfect, and the flowers just right (I just had to have gardenias! ~ my favorite!)
When it came to the guest list... this was funny. Yes, I still kept hearing ... don't forget we need to keep it small ... However, Dean's mom was somehow oblivious to this. I will say this... even though Dean's mother Sally had been divorced from Dean's father for well over thirty years, she had all the family addresses correct. More announcements went out than invitations, by far.
As we got closer, and closer, every so often Sally would call me up with some little story of bumping into a friend who we must add to the guest list. or Better yet... Dean would tell me that he had bumped into an old friend, and that we needed to send them invite. Then ten minutes later.. yes you got it... don't forget we need to keep it small.
This would happen up until days before the wedding.
Now, that I think about this. I feel so blessed to have had Sally help Dean and I with our wedding. She was a major help! We feel so blessed that she was a big part of our day... thank God she handled the food... truth be told, it wasn't until Sally told me that her husband and his friends were bringing (scrumptious) Persian food as their gift to us that I realized that I had forgotten all about food! Big smile! That was a close one!!
When our BIG day finally arrived, Dean's mother and father, and their respective families, as well as my uncle Jose Luis, aunt Graciela and cousin Alejandra, and my brother all scurried and helped put together a fabulous day for us with all the last minute preparations!
My family? My mother was late, as usual. We even held the wedding for nearly an hour and a half. Finally, the rest of our guests were getting restless, and I had to make the call to start the wedding, Oh, and my father was far too busy with his wife's grand-daughter. Boy was that a slap in the face. He barely put her down long enough to walk me down the aisle! I was so embarrassed by my family's actions. Here, Dean's family barely sat down... and my family... ... ... exactly... par for the course.
Had to get that last paragraph out of my system... and now that it's out... YES! You got it! It's in a balloon, tied tight and off it went! To know more about this awesome reference in my Day 7 post, click here. A must read. wink, wink.
As our day went on, Dean kept on wanting to get and do last minute festivities. He even wanted to go get a keg! I could have strangled him... after all, what happened with... "don't forget we need to keep it small" ?
“And they...LIVED! Life isn't always ‘Happily Ever After’, rather, loving FOREVER, regardless.” ― Carmen DeSousa, She Belongs To Me
Blessings to all!!
73 days to go...
PS... for a, l & c. You are my sunshine(s).
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