Well, I finally did it. I got married to the love of my life! Most everything was incredible, a couple of things sucked, and of course I’m going to write about them all.
My middle son and his wife flew in from Missouri on Sunday, December 29, 2019. Their visit is why we got married in a January, even though the weather is typically awful. We wanted them to be there, and they had already announced a December/January visit.
My daughter-in-law is a cake decorator by trade, so she agreed to “help” me with the groom's cake for the rehearsal dinner. David LOVES the Oakland Raiders (NFL for those of you who do not follow sports), so I wanted to surprise him at the rehearsal dinner with a Raiders cake. By “helping” me, I mean that I bought the decorating supplies and baked the cake, and she did virtually everything else. We got together at my dad’s house on January 1, 2020, to decorate the cake. It turned out looking and tasting absolutely fabulous!
We had the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner the day before the wedding (January 2, 2020). The evening prior to our rehearsal, David started feeling like he was coming down with the flu. We couldn’t believe it! Our big day was quickly approaching and David looked like death warmed over. He even called into work sick (he RARELY does this) in hopes that the additional rest would help him.
He spent most of January 2nd in bed. Our daughters and I left to check into the hotel before the rehearsal (it was a 45-minute drive away; we were staying the night before and the night of the wedding in the town where we were getting married). He said he would meet us at the rehearsal. I told him that if he was that sick, he should skip the rehearsal and dinner because I’d obviously rather have him feel better for the wedding, but he said there was NO WAY he was missing our rehearsal.
The girls and I arrived at the rehearsal, and you could tell that David was not himself. He was trying his hardest to rally, but I was so worried about him. I felt like we should be going to urgent care, but he was insistent that he would be okay. We ran through the wedding processional a few times to make sure everyone knew where to walk, stand, etc. I kissed David multiple times, even though I knew he was sick. It was our rehearsal, and I was so fucking thrilled to be marrying him the next day.
Our rehearsal dinner was great. We had dinner at a local brewery because the food is great and the prices are reasonable. David was blown away by the cake. Everyone seemed to have a great time. We finished up with dinner and David hung out with his groomsmen for a bit while the girls and I went back to the hotel. My little sister and her husband recommended that we buy a specific medication/supplement for David to help him be well for the wedding day. David and I went to the store that night when he got back to our room, but we couldn’t find it anywhere. We bought some other medications, went back to our room, and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and noticed that I had the beginnings of a sore throat and my head hurt. Oh, no! I was also starting to get sick. I took some Dayquil and hoped for the best. David was still sick as well and took some medication. He and I started moving around, trying to feel at least well enough to actually enjoy our day.
He asked me if I’d brought his edibles (he smokes marijuana, which is legal in California, but I didn’t want him reeking of weed on our wedding day). Shit! I forgot to bring them. It was 10:00 a.m. and we were supposed to start getting ready in an hour (me and the girls in our hotel room; him and the guys in my middle son’s room). Our house was about 45 minutes away from the wedding location, so David tossed on some clothes and made the drive home and back. I asked him to bring some folding chairs since our hotel room didn’t have many seating options for the bridesmaids who were getting ready with me, and he said he would bring as many as he could fit in his car.
(Side note – This episode gave me additional proof, not that I needed any,
that I was marrying the right man. My ex-husband would have been in a rage if I’d forgotten to bring something. David just laughed and said that he would hope for no cops to see him driving home and back. He wasn’t even upset, let alone in a rage.)
My youngest sister arrived at our room at 11:00 a.m. to get started on my make-up. She asked me if we bought the elder
berry supplement she and her husband recommended. I told her that we couldn’t find it. About an hour later, her husband showed up with the supplement, along with a bottle of champagne for us to drink while getting ready. What a sweet thing to do!
The photographer and her assistant showed up around 11:30 a.m. to take some pictures of us getting ready. They also did a lot of “still” shots (e.g., of my dress, the wedding rings, invitations, etc.). At this point, I discovered that the assistant and I somewhat knew each other. We went to the same high school and even graduated in the same year (1991 – I told you I’m old haha). She remembered me because of my distinct last name. We had some friends in common, and as the day went on, I did start to remember her, albeit vaguely.
Another one of my sisters came to the room to do my hair. I was starting to get a tiny bit stressed out because I wanted to be ready on time. David has almost a phobia about being late to things, and I didn’t want to be running late on this of all days. My sister helped to keep me calm so I wouldn’t start freaking out. She reminded me that they could not start without me!
My hair and make-up were done, and now it was time to get dressed. I went into the room (we had a suite with a separate bedroom) while the rest of the women/girls were getting ready. One of my daughters-in-law helped me with my garter and stockings, and then I put on my petticoat and my dress. She zipped me up and I went out of the bedroom.
Everyone told me that I looked great. I went to the mirror to look, and I almost started crying. In my mind, I looked like a heffalump about ready to pop. I said, “Jesus Christ I look like I’m about to have a baby.” My sister (the one who did my hair) told me I was being fucking ridiculous and that I looked great. She told me that she knew David would think I was beautiful and that I needed to suck it up and get out there.
Hopefully, she was right!