Monday, June 4, 2012
Hmmm... something about weddings. As much as I like having a topic to write about, some topics are just harder to come up with something interesting. I could talk about being nine months pregnant at my younger brother's wedding. I was due that following Tuesday to go in for a C-section.
My comedic cousin and his parents had come up from California for the wedding. My husband wasn't able to attend with me, he was off driving truck to pay for the upcoming medical costs.
We were at the small church in our hometown during the rehearsal. I wasn't in the wedding party but my brother and mom wanted my advice about things. As I stood among the pews watching my mom and the bride's mom orchestrate the movements and events, a movement in one of the windows behind the altar caught my attention.
Cousin Billy was holding a sign in the window that said, No! Don't Do It! I started chuckling and pointed. Tim, my brother, turned, saw the sign, and he started cracking up. Soon everyone but the bride were laughing as Billy dropped the sign and put his hands around his neck as if choking himself. Eventually, everyone quieted down and we finished the rehearsal and headed to the dinner.
I'm surprised I didn't have the baby that night. Billy sat across from me at the rehearsal dinner. I laughed so hard all evening from his jokes and ideas he had for things he was going to do during the wedding day my stomach and face hurt.
Everyone of course was on pins and needles the following day to see what Billy would do, and you know what? The only mischief he got into was jacking up the get-a-way car so Tim and his new bride were stuck in front of the church as everyone else headed to the reception!
Sometimes I wish Billy had been at my wedding because I remember very little about the day that was the start of my wonderful life with my husband.
Do you remember your wedding day clearly? Or is it a blur?