Lace, Vows And So Much More
Was your wedding day the happiest of your life? Or the most miserable? Will you always cherish the memories? Or try to bury them?
Here are some thoughts on that once (or twice or three times) in a lifetime day …
Cheri: “We were married on April 1, 1995. We took a lot of flack about it being April Fool’s Day. It was an outdoor home wedding. The guests had arrived. I was so anxious and my bridesmaids seemed to be taking forever. I was standing on the front porch in front of everyone, not thinking, and I yelled, ‘Let’s get this show on the road!”’
“To my surprise, everyone heard me and turned to stare. At this point, the musicians had not even started the wedding march. I grabbed my daddy and ran up the aisle. They never played the wedding march and my veil blew off during the vows, but five minutes later I was married and didn’t care if my wedding was a true fool’s day.”
Kyle: “After four and a half years of serious dating, we decided to tie the knot. As we stood in front of the preacher, holding hands, gazing into each other’s eyes, I noticed a horrific odor - bad breath! I’m thinking, ‘I’ve been with this woman all this time and now I find out she’s got bad breath?! And I’m going to have to live with this the rest of my life!’ My future wife was thinking the same thing.
“Can you imagine how relieved we were when it turned out to be the preacher! We recently celebrated our 11th anniversary.”
Frances: “I was 21, unemployed, and he was 24. We went to Montana, no waiting, no tests. I called my stepmother to tell her where I was going and what we were doing. She said, ‘You better take a coat. It’s cold up there.’ I said, ‘If I need a coat, I’m marrying the wrong guy.’ The justice of the peace owned a barber shop. He got a couple of customers to be witnesses. We paid the barber $10 and gave the witnesses $2 each. The barber wished us luck and told us to raise lots of little shavers.
“The marriage lasted 15 years. The first 10 were good and we did have one little shaver.”
Donald: “Kathy and Paul dated for seven months. He was a perfect gentleman. A wedding was planned. It was a beautiful ceremony and the reception was a gala event. Sometime after dinner, dancing and few drinks, Paul disappeared. A check of the restroom and the parking lot failed to produce him. And, incidentally, his car was still in the lot. Needless to say, Kathy was devastated. She left the reception and filed a missing persons report.
“Well, Paul surfaced three days later. He had found one of the bridesmaids much more intriguing than his bride of five hours. The marriage was annulled.”
Lola: “The first time I got married, I felt some hesitation. I knew my family and friends shared it, but I truly thought love would prevail. When the ceremony was about to begin, my father asked me if I wanted to turn back. When I said no, he started to cry. After two years of verbal and physical abuse, I ended the marriage.
“After four years of being alone and giving up on meeting someone special, I met my second husband. We fell in love and were married. This time when my father and I were ready to walk down the aisle, he cried tears of joy.”
Melissa: “As I was walking down the aisle, all I could think was that I looked ridiculous, all dressed up in this formal white gown with a veil over my face. This wasn’t me. Then I remembered I had a banana with me. As everyone was marching down the aisle, I was stuffing my face. My proud father turned to take one last look at me. He looked in horror! But to me, it made the whole affair a little less stuffy. I finished and marched down the aisle.
“We just celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary.”
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