After many trials and tribulations, we managed to survive the Wedding of the Century.
A lot of the problems were caused by the bride either freaking out over nothing (The limo will be black instead of pearl grey! The sky is falling!) and not realizing she didn’t have to do everything herself. She had made arrangements with a friend to do the girls hair, but didn’t think she had time to get her own hair done, too. She thought she had to be at the church herself to let in the florist and the caterer, and asked the hairdresser to meet her at church to finish her hair.
“Do you have a key?”
“No. Do I need one?”
I informed her that the Altar Guild or The Squire would take care of opening up, and she should have her hair done here or at the salon, but it was not a good idea to try to do it at church. For one thing, I knew she’d be jumping up every twenty seconds to try to tell the professionals how to do their jobs.
I had finally simply given up on getting her to decide on a cake, and just did something I hoped she would like. Carrot cake, fondant, green ribbon, and silk flowers. She loved it! (I think it’s a tad gaudy, but what the heck.)
In fact, the caterer liked it well enough to ask me if I did these professionally! I told him I’ve done a lot of cakes, but because I don’t have a professional kitchen – not with a dog and cat in the house! – I don’t really do them for sale. Hmm. “Well, if something came up, I could do the cake here at church, because this is a commercial kitchen.” So, we swapped telephone numbers, and we shall see what happens.
Anyway, we got them hitched without a hitch. The bride was so emotional she choked up over her vows, and the groom was simply glowing. The kids all filled their parts perfectly, and all was well.
Now, The Squire and I are watching the younger daughter until they get back on the 12th, and we’ll be lucky if we all survive. Pray for us.
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