Don't get excited - I'm not making an announcement. And yet, in a way I am. Don't you love it when I'm cryptic?
Here is the deal, the first time you get engaged it quickly escalates into an event planning scenario. You wouldn't, for the most part, dream of getting married without the wedding. The "wedding" becomes the primary focus. The "marriage" goes along for the ride.
This time around, at least for me, in so many ways I am already "married" and the ceremony part whenever it happens is secondary. Mandatory, but secondary.
I'm certain I'm repeating myself, but if only brides invested as much energy into the relationship as the do preparing for the wedding. Oh yes, there should be a prep courses: Compromise 101, Budget Planning, Conflict Resolution, Constructive Criticism, Finding the Balance Between Couple Time and Me Time, Encouragement and Support, Humor in the State of Wedded Bliss, Chore Distribution, Building Faith and Faithfulness. Perhaps even continuing education classes: Keeping Things Spicy (may or may not be a cooking course!), Surviving Parenthood, Romance Building After Marriage, Understanding Man Humor, Understanding Mood Swings, What You Heard is Not What I Said. So many possibilities.
No doubt the wedding vendors, of whom I am one, are shuddering at what I've written. It's not about the dresses, the matching colors, shoes, gifts, decorations, cakes or any other of the 100's of details. Those are the icing on the cake. The key is building the right flavor of the cake....the rest will follow when you are just married.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
What It's All About
Okay. Here's the deal. The Hokey Pokey may be what it's all about. But, that song should be reserved for use in government interrogation and torture. It should especially never be played at weddings, but almost always is.
Yes, I danced the dreaded HP last night at a wedding. It will be the last time I ever do. Not even if my children beg me on their wedding day, not even if future grandchildren beg me. I sincerely think a cash exchange of some sort will help them forgive me for not participating. I can look and feel stupid all on my own, I don't need that song getting rooted in my ear on top of it thank you very much.
I think I've made my point. So we know where it won't be played.....phfewwww.
What it is all about is celebrating in ways that make our heart sing, and there a million ways to do that. For me, a passel of puppies being set loose at the reception would be fun, for Reno passing out cigars, watching Southpark and drinking good beer would do it. Although the odds of consummating the union would drop dramatically with cigar breath.
The photo booth at last nights wedding was a blast. Way more fun that "shaking it all about". Plus, there is photographic evidence of just how silly we can be. Life is serious enough. Laugh more, live more, play more. And, yes, for the love of God, ban the Hokey Pokey.
Yes, I danced the dreaded HP last night at a wedding. It will be the last time I ever do. Not even if my children beg me on their wedding day, not even if future grandchildren beg me. I sincerely think a cash exchange of some sort will help them forgive me for not participating. I can look and feel stupid all on my own, I don't need that song getting rooted in my ear on top of it thank you very much.
I think I've made my point. So we know where it won't be played.....phfewwww.
What it is all about is celebrating in ways that make our heart sing, and there a million ways to do that. For me, a passel of puppies being set loose at the reception would be fun, for Reno passing out cigars, watching Southpark and drinking good beer would do it. Although the odds of consummating the union would drop dramatically with cigar breath.
The photo booth at last nights wedding was a blast. Way more fun that "shaking it all about". Plus, there is photographic evidence of just how silly we can be. Life is serious enough. Laugh more, live more, play more. And, yes, for the love of God, ban the Hokey Pokey.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Let There Be Cake
I love wedding cake. Which is funny, because, when I was young (errrr....younger) you only had two choices on wedding cake. White or Chocolate. Don't get me wrong those are excellent choices. Either one, or both, are divine. Now there are as many choices on wedding cakes as there are applications on an iphone.
Cake is symbolic of a couples first meal together. Any meal that starts with dessert is good by me. Too bad we don't embrace that concept more often. So often we eat wedding cake without realizing what it means. It means life is sweet, dessert is anywhere we find it, and everyday is a celebration.
May I take this opportunity to reflect on the whole "shoving the cake in the face" of your beloved tradition. Personally, I don't find this funny at all. Maybe I'm old school. Maybe couples don't realize the symbolism of sharing the first sweet bite of life together. True, we often bite off more than we can chew, but let's not force that issue if we don't have too.
So, as to cake - there will be cake. Perhaps red cake, perhaps white, maybe chocolate. On the day of the wedding, and every anniversary thereafter. As sweet as love is, I believe I'll have seconds.
Cake is symbolic of a couples first meal together. Any meal that starts with dessert is good by me. Too bad we don't embrace that concept more often. So often we eat wedding cake without realizing what it means. It means life is sweet, dessert is anywhere we find it, and everyday is a celebration.
May I take this opportunity to reflect on the whole "shoving the cake in the face" of your beloved tradition. Personally, I don't find this funny at all. Maybe I'm old school. Maybe couples don't realize the symbolism of sharing the first sweet bite of life together. True, we often bite off more than we can chew, but let's not force that issue if we don't have too.
So, as to cake - there will be cake. Perhaps red cake, perhaps white, maybe chocolate. On the day of the wedding, and every anniversary thereafter. As sweet as love is, I believe I'll have seconds.
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