Our oldest son got married on Saturday! After a year of planning, last week was “crunch time” when we hammered out the final details before the big day. Monday, Patrick asked for wine recommendations, and Samantha gave me three hours to decide on what song Patrick and I would dance to at the reception. Patrick and I texted back and forth starting with serious choices, then the conversation devolved into him suggesting Eminem’s Lose Yourself and me replying with Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off. We both love The Gun Song by the Lumineers, but shoot, some of our guests might be gun lovers (pun intended). We finally agreed to You’ll Be in My Heart by Phil Collins, and it was perfect. I love that the DJ invited other mothers and sons to join in after a few minutes. It was a lovely moment during the event! The father of the bride and the best man-made poignant speeches. (I requested to read Where the Wild Things Are as a dramatic interlude, but was shot down.)
On Thursday, family arrived from California from the bride’s side, and from Illinois and Tucson from the groom’s side. We had dinners and lunches and brunches and lots of time to lounge at the Mission Palm’s Hotel where my peeps were staying. Global warming aside, it felt like a treat to have temps near 80 degrees in January and a great view of downtown Tempe from the rooftop pool. I can’t tell you how touched I am that friends and family traveled long distances to be with us to celebrate Patrick and Samantha’s wedding. At big life events, I tend to think of those who are no longer with us. I teared up talking to a friend, explaining that it felt wrong that Patrick’s great-grandparents would not be at the wedding. They would be SO proud of the man Patrick has become, and they would fall in love with Samantha, just like we did. I looked through inherited jewelry, and on my left hand wore my Grandma Florence’s wedding ring from the early 1930’s and Hubby’s great-grandmother Lillian’s ring from around 1890 to the ceremony. From my Grandma Mary I only have cookbooks, which would have been bulky to hide under my skirt, lol!
Saturday arrived, and everything went perfectly. From the lovely weather, to the happy and stylish guests, to the touching ceremony in a verdant garden, to the yummy chicken cordon blue for supper, and ending with hours of dancing, the wedding was all we’d hoped for and more. It was FUN!!! I took off my pinchy shoes about 10pm and boogied with friends until midnight. Highlights were dancing with my nephew Owen (who is 12) to Brick House (his request–I’m thinking he does not know what those lyrics are about), to September with sister-in-law, LeaAnne, and to Stayin’ Alive with high school friends Gail, Pete and Amy. Ahhhhhhh, weddings!
I’m not sure why I was anxious and emotional about this wedding. Part of it was the potential for disaster when entertaining 200 wedding guests. But I was not in charge, so perhaps the stress was because I had to let go of control and trust that all was handled. But on the practical side, the kids have been dating for five years and own a frickin’ house together! They committed years ago, and we’ve always felt they were a good match. I’m a sap for any type of ceremony and loved every minute of this past month—- filled with anticipation for the Big Wedding Day. I’m so grateful to the many friends who last week texted or emailed me saying, “Thinking of you, do you need anything, I’m here if you need help, good luck, congratulations, can’t wait to hear all about it!” I’m feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for my wonderful life . . . which is a great way to begin this new year.