The Wedding

(Waiting at the altar.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

Well.  Here it is.  The wedding post.  I have to warn you:  It’s long.  Very long.  Very, very long.  And I spent entirely too much time on the hair and make-up thing.  It shouldn’t have been a big deal but it kinda’ was so it seemed worthy of the time.  Anyway, enjoy or turn back now.  (I’d turn back if I were you.  If you’re interested in today’s photo and post, scroll down.  It’s there.  And much shorter.)

I did not take many pictures at the wedding or the reception.  I wanted to enjoy the ceremony and celebrations without worries about the camera or good shots or any of that.  Besides, they had a professional photographer they were paying to take care of capturing the moments.  I can purchase photos from him if I so desire.  The few photos I did take are not all that great, but they caught what I wanted to catch (such as my father up there, behind the groom).

To be honest, the wedding and reception are all sort of a blur.  A good blur with lots of wonderful feelings, but a blur nonetheless.  My recall might be better if I start at the beginning of the day when I went off to have my hair and make-up done.

What an excellent idea that turned out to be!  After having my hair washed, cut, and then styled, I blurted out, “I’m so glad I did this!”  My stylist or hairdresser or whatever they call themselves these days looked at me a little puzzled so I clarified it for her:  It was nice to sit back, relax, and let someone else do all the work for me.  I felt pampered, I did.

I loved what Dianne did with my hair.  Then we went off to do make-up.  Scary stuff, make-up.  I don’t wear it very often, mostly because I don’t know how to apply it properly.  When I do venture to put some on I feel self-conscious, as if I just slathered myself with clown make-up.  Dianne started with foundation, something I practiced putting on for a few days before the wedding (precisely because I didn’t want to feel like I’d just been slathered with clown make-up).  Once that was done, she started on my eyebrows.  That’s where things got really frightening.  As a lighthaired person, my eyebrows are almost invisible.  Dianne penciled them in and made them look bigger and wider.  I didn’t quite recognize myself.  At some point I had her tone down the eyebrows a little (she powdered over them) because it was too much for me.

By the time Dianne finished I was pretty pleased with it all.  Then I stepped outside into the sunlight and looked at myself in the car’s rearview mirror.  I was afraid to go home.  Even worse, I was afraid that when I got home I’d end up washing it all off.

One of the reasons I was afraid to go home was because I had a house full of people.  The groomsmen and a few others who were invited over (family and friends)  were at the house having brunch which M the Younger cooked (or cooked part of it as I made the hash brown casserole the day before and M the Elder made the cherry pudding and shortcake).  Not only did I have to face my husband with all that make-up on my face — something he wasn’t used to — but both of my sons and an assortment of other people would be there to see it too.

I know it seems silly to make such a fuss over something as petty as make-up.  For me, it was stepping outside of my usual comfort zone.  On the rare occasions when I apply make-up it is barely noticeable.  There was no missing the make-up this time.  I did get a few odd looks, but not from the people who are most important to me.  My husband and sons reacted better than I did.  My oldest son did a fab job of reassuring me that I looked fine and I just needed to get used to it.

(I have a policy of not posting photos of myself on my blogs unless they’re dark, blurry or both.  I decided to stick with that policy so you’ll just have to imagine what my make-up looks like in the dark and blurry photo above.  At least you can see my hair, sort of.)

So, the make-up stayed on my face and after a while I gave it very little thought.  There wasn’t time or room for thinking about such small details.

Around 11:00am we all started getting dressed for the wedding, the plan being that we’d  leave the house around 11:45.  The groom and his party needed to be at the church by 1:00pm to take pictures.  The wedding started at 2:0opm.  M and I were scheduled to be escorted to our seats at 1:50.

(Getting ready.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

We probably should have started a little earlier, but everything worked out fine.  I’d forgotten how long it takes to get into all the proper gear when wearing a formal dress.  Longer than I remembered, that’s for sure.  I also had to try out different jewelry, finally settling on what I’d originally planned to wear.  Isn’t that always the way?

(Attending to last minute details. Photo © 2009 by Robin)

We were out of the house and in the car pretty much on time.  Because we were all staying at the hotel where the reception was being held, we had to haul our bags out with us.

(Packing up the car.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

The ride to the church was nice, having our two sons with us in the car was just like old times (you can read about that in a previous post).  I felt a little frantic at the time, worried that we might be late due to construction we knew about and construction we might not know about and other unforeseen events.  All my worries were for naught.  We arrived almost exactly on time.  (One day I may learn that worrying is a big fat waste of time and energy.)

The photographer was waiting for us.  We posed and posed, smiled and smiled.  My granddaughter, Emma, has what I call her cheesy grin that she uses when people ask her to say cheese and smile for the camera.  I’m pretty sure we were all starting to look like we had our own version of the cheesy grin by the end of the day.

The nun-in-charge escorted us from place to place once the bride showed up.  M the Younger commented that he felt like Dick Cheney, being moved from one undisclosed location to another.  All the moving gave us a chance to view parts of the church we otherwise would not have seen.

After taking some photos of the bride and her party, the photographer came back for a few more shots of the groom, commenting that his note was a nice touch.  Not knowing what he was talking about, the photographer explained to me that M the Younger had a note inserted into the bridal bouquet.  On it was written:  Don’t panic.  I’ll be waiting for you.  Love, M.

Not long after this we were all shooed to our places.  M the Elder and I were escorted to our seats by our oldest son.

The wedding ceremony was beautiful.  The mass was nice, too.  I was surprised to find myself remembering some of the responses to various parts of the mass.  It’s been a long, long time since I last attended a Catholic mass.  What made it extra special to me was that my father, a deacon in the church, performed the wedding ceremony and assisted in the mass.  I know it was something he was thrilled to do.  His homily was a wonderful bringing together of the readings the bride and groom decided on.

Mere (the bride) jokingly said her goal was to get everyone crying at the wedding.  I think she met or came very close to meeting her goal.  There weren’t many dry eyes in the house when all was said and done.

One of those weepy moments for me was seeing the look on my son’s face as he watched his bride walk up the aisle.  I get all teary-eyed now, just thinking of it.  I was the same way when my oldest son got married, watching the look on his face.  It’s a look of sheer joy and love that lights up the face and radiates outwards, brightening the entire church.  I wish I could do a better job of describing it.  I’m not sure there are any words for that kind of look of love.  Or if there are, it would take a better writer than I am to come up with them and string them together properly.

The ceremony and mass went by pretty quickly, even with communion.  The groom and his parents were a few of the pagans (I use that term loosely although the priest did refer to M the Younger as a “pagan baby” during one of their counseling sessions) who didn’t participate in communion.  Watching everyone file up for communion made me realize just how big a family M the Younger is joining.

The filing out of the church part also went quickly.  Because they weren’t allowed to throw things (rice, bird seed, etc.), there were small containers of soapy stuff so we could all blow bubbles as the bride and groom walked through the crowd.  I do wish I’d gotten some photos of all the bubbles.  It was a lovely sight.

Next up:  The Reception.  That could be a few days.  Once I have all this wedding business posted, that should put me where I want to be in terms of spending less time blogging,  back to posting once a day.  (I hear those sighs of relief out there!)


14 Comments on “The Wedding”

  1. Anna Surface says:

    How very special, the wedding! It seemed there was the old and the new… past and present mingled in the moments. That appears to be the case at weddings. The last wedding I attended was my cousin’s and at the church our grandma had attended for years. The same pastor was still there! It was past and present all rolled into the moments. I had fond memories then and I still have fond memories now.

    Hee-hee… you’ll only show a blurry dark photo of yourself? Well, I’m about the same. Earlier this year, I had allowed P to post a photo of me that was the back of my head. LOL I don’t know if anyone noticed in that series of photos.

    That was a nice note in the bridal bouquet by M the Younger… how very sweet. I smiled about the pagan business… I know about that! 🙂

  2. Jeni says:

    I can so relate to this entire blog, but especially the part about the look on your son’s face. For me, seeing how T looked at H as she came up the aisle was so beautiful. Seeing that particular look of love and trying to explain it is a lot like trying to explain the feeling that overcomes you when you witness the birth of a child.

  3. Jeni says:

    Why has this site decided to put such a hateful face next to my comments? Am I doing something wrong?

    • Robin says:

      Jeni: If you don’t have your own Gravatar (avatar or icon), I have the blog set up to generate one for you. I changed to something a little more abstract. Better?

  4. krebiz says:

    This site always puts that frownie face next to my notes, which never fails to unnerve me.

    I’m feeling weepy now, too. That note did me in. He looks so handsome and adult.

  5. Dnay says:

    I love your pictures. I always have. Thanks for your kind note. Would you mind if I bookmarked your blog?

    • Robin says:

      I don’t mind at all, Dnay. I’ll add yours too if it’s ok.

      I’ve always loved your pictures too. The way you capture your family makes the love shine through the photographs.

  6. ybonesy says:

    That lead photo is amazing, Robin, and I enjoyed seeing the slightly blurry photo of you. All of them, really, are great. Kudos on this milestone!

  7. anhinga says:

    I just found this post. Enjoyed it so much. Your son has already shone signs of being a wonderful husband with that sweet, clever note he put in the bride’s bouquet. I can only imagine how it took the tension from her body.

  8. Jeni says:

    So much better, Robin! Thanks 🙂

  9. […] Those who have followed my blog for a few years know that my father, as a deacon in the church, officiated at their wedding ceremony.  Prior to that he had performed baptisms and funerals, but never any weddings so this was his […]


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