Dec 04

2005

The Best Day of My Life

Consider that last entry an explosion of stress under too much pressure. I survived the wedding and the move. The weather was even worse than I was expecting. Apparently I must have had some bit of optomism in all that to find it worse than expected. It was cold and rainy all day. There wasn’t a break in the clouds or of the rain even once. The most unforgettable days are always the ones that don’t go smoothly and the wedding was anything but smooth.

After confirming our rehersal dinner reservations twice, including once only a couple of hours before-hand, Santa Fe Reds mysteriously lost record of them. Fortunately, they were able to arrange seating for us after an hour or so of waiting.

Eric drove me to my parents house after dinner. The rest of my mother’s family arrived just then so we visited for a spell. Eric didn’t stay long because he had some errands to run before the night was over. After he left, it was supposed to be the last I saw of him until the wedding. I visited with me family a while longer, then gathered up my dress and was just about to get a ride from Alan to my motel when I noticed that I didn’t have my motel key. Eric had it. I called him with a million appologies and asked if he would please bring me my key. I had to wait for him to retrieve his wallet that he just left at Walmart. Eventually, I got my key as well as a lovely Walmart boquet of flowers. Alan was about to unvolunteer himself from giving me a ride due to the late hour, but he didn’t. He even volunteered to stop by a gas station so I could get something to eat for breakfast. He seemed unusually concered about my motel’s lack of breakfast service and even went so far as to take me to Safeway when we discovered that the closest gas station closed five minutes before we got there. I think he was mostly concerned that the grumpy mood I was already in would be worse if I arrived at my wedding on an empty stomach.

It’s almost midnight the night before my wedding and I finally get back to my motel with a box of multigrain cheerios and a small carton of milk. I put the milk away and took a shower. I finally got to bed well after midnight and fortunately fell asleep almost immediately. I was worried, at first, that I might be too stressed to sleep.

Even considering that I fell asleep so soon, I didn’t get much sleep. I woke up feeling not only tired, but a little under the weather. I had that scratch in my throat that usually signifies the onset of some sort of physical malady. I tried to pretend it was only a temporary dry morning throat that could be cured by a little water and a little time. I heard the rain knocking ever so softly at my door and I refused to look out the window. I was determined not to let Murphy ruin my day. I went to the refrigerator instead to get my milk and have some breakfast. Then I realized I forgot to buy paper bowls or plastic spoons. I searched the room for any form of complimentary dishes. Nothing at all. Nothing except for the plastic mouthrinse cups by the sink. I poured cereal and milk into a cup and attempted, very gingerly, to drink it all without sharing too much with the floor or my chin. but oh well, at least I had breakfast.

I managed to get dressed and to do my make-up with little help from Murphy. My mother called a couple to times to check on my progress and to let me know how everything else was coming along. She told me that Papa had already left to pick up the flowers and was also going to the Pavilion to help set up the tables and chairs. When I was finished getting ready, Mama came to bring me back to the house. I only stayed in that motel because my family’s house was already past maximum occupancy with extended family and I needed to guarantee a bathroom and a mirror to myself.

Somewhere along the way, I found out that Papa found the Pavilion, but didn’t find the flowers. Apparantly the florists didn’t know the wedding was today and thought it strange that Papa was asking for the flowers already. So they went to work immediately preparing our order. I almost wanted to feel sorry for them.

It was getting dangerously close to the ceremony time and Papa hadn’t returned yet. He had to come home to get changed into his wedding attire. We were getting so concerned that Mama even suggested we bring Papa’s ensamble for him to change into at the Pavilion. The only problem with that was that the Pavilion had no where to change save for the outhouses. Why do you think I didn’t get ready there?

Papa eventually got home and we all left for the Pavilion a little past 3. The ceremony was schedualled for 2. Because the rain wouldn’t stop and there was mud all over, the Priest suggested I remain in the car just outside the door until he motioned for me to enter. We all agreed on a “bride-not-seen-beforehand” ceremony. this made it rather difficult, especially with the rain and all. I had to hold my veil and dress all crumpled on my lap in the car and had no way to ensure it was straitened or put on properly before I walked down the aisle. I waited in the car for about an hour because Alan and one of his band members got lost on the way. I had to go to the bathroom for most of this time but had no way to get to the outhouse without a big muddy hoopla, so I sat and built character. Nancy came to the car a few times to give Brook and Amanda their props and direct them inside. Finally, the Priest came out to let me know it was time. I vaguely remember complaing/asking about the condition of my veil to Papa just as I began walking. Apparantly the complaint carried quite well accross the entire length of the Pavilion and everyone was amused. Then a little farther down the aisle, my friend, Nancy, dropped her camera batteries and they rolled accross the floor just in front of me. The look on her face was priceless. It expressed something like “please don’t kill me, I’m too young to die.”

At this point, all that went wrong was rather irreleivant. I saw my Eric standing there, looking so Handsome. At least he didn’t forget that there was a wedding, at least he didn’t get lost on the way there. He was there, on time, and he waited for me. My Eric, the entire reason I went through all this, and he was about the only part of it that didn’t mess up :p

I’m a little dissapointed that I didn’t get to hear Alan sing the prelude music or see my flower girl distributing petals and announcing quite matter of factly “HERE!” while presenting both the flower basket and the rings to the Priest as soon as she got there. But the ceremony itself passed without too much difficulty.

The photographer was pretty good, except that she kept trying to get us to go outside in the cold and mud for a few shots here and there. I will admit that the outside misty-rain pictures came out quite beautifull but, at the time, I didn’t much care for my freezing feet or the rain that messed up my make-up.

But I had fun. The music was good (since we chose it of course!) There wasn’t much dancing aside from our first dance and the father daughter dance, which, ironically went better than the first dance even though both Papa and I can’t dance. I even danced better with my brother than I did with my Eric. I think that’s only because I was so nervous and excited all at once.

Pretty much the entire ceremony went by in a cabobbled whirl and I had little time to take note of the yummy food or even the yummy cake. there was so much i was trying to notice, to remember, to take part in. It was the best day of my life even with all the bad parts.

I got my Eric, my Love, my soulmate and he is all I need to make any day the best day of my life (except for those days when he forgets what to do to ensure my happiness . . . like that toothpaste cap he seems to have so much difficulty with :p )

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-- Dec 4, 2005 @ 04:09pm — Eric wrote

I am the luckiest guy IN THE WORLD!! I’ll love you forever Shelley.
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