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The Eclectic Pen - A Wedding Tale

By: Judy M. (foreveramom)  
Date Submitted: 3/15/2007
Last Updated: 3/16/2007
Genre: Biographies & Memoirs » General
Words: 816
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As my daughter's wedding was oh so quickly approaching,I felt the need to capture some of the "blissful moments" on paper. We were heading into "The Twelve Days of Wedding" and each day brought a new adventure. To cope, I write. It keeps me off the streets and drug-free... Indulge me, as this sacred time will only happen once with my beautiful daughter, Chelsea. On Monday, we woke up with bright and semi-shiny faces; equipped with lists and spreadsheets galore. Her fiancee,Robert and I spend evenings (while Chelsea is at work) furiously pounding out tasks and to-do lists that could "bring down"the most expensive Wedding Planner on the planet... Item A- Wedding Dress Fitting #1 at 11am: Things were looking good! Chelsea and I (plus Cory our youngest at age 9 and his buddy Nick) were in the car by 10:45 to be on time for the fitting with tailor. Robert stayed home (I believe to work on another spreadsheet)and would pick Chelsea up after the fitting. We all walked into the bridal shop and Chelsea went into the dressing room. Reid our oldest son (26) came by to pick up the little guys for lunch, but waited a moment to see his sister in her wedding dress. Chelsea finally emerged from the dressing room in all her Cinderella glory and took her place on the pedestal surrounded by mirrors. Wow! Reid kept his sunglasses on as he and Cory watched their sister's transformation. Reid,a comic by nature, was abnormally quiet as he left with the kids for lunch. This beautiful creature on the pedestal looked remotely like the kid sister he used to spit on,torment,as well as love half to death all his life... Minutes later, as I was watching and listening to the dialogue between Chelsea and the seamstress, I realized things were "not going so well." Even though Chelsea can out-eat a Sumo wrestler in a heartbeat, the dress was "bit loose." The seamstress said this, Chelsea said that and on and on. At some point, Chelsea caught my attention; "Mom, I'm going to pass out." She said it a couple of times before I really looked closely. My little girl was white as a wedding dress and her lips were gone... I told her to breathe deep and bend over. Didn't help... Okay, now bend down and,and, and .... she slowly sunk to the ground with me holding her and disappeared into oodles and oodles of satin and lace. Picture if you will, the scene from the Wizard of Oz, the one with the witch, you know - " I'm melllllllting ..." Only instead of black fabric and a pointed hat, we have yards and yards of ivory satin and long red hair flowing over the fabric. Her face is totally gone; just hair, a wedding dress, in a puddle on the bridal store floor... The seamstress runs to her car for water, I run next door to a Chinese restaurant for soda (they give me sugar packets ??? when I tell them my daughter has just fainted next door in the bridal store ). We both bolt back in the door at the same time and the puddle of a wedding gown on the floor with red hair is now murmuring she is going to "throw up." JUST GRAND! Sensitive Mom that I am, begins yelling - DO NOT THROW UP ON YOUR DRESS! Out of nowhere, a salesperson comes running up and throws a garbage bag over what we could see of Chelsea's head. Chelsea promptly and obediently pukes into the bag. She comes up with a crooked smile, apologizing to the bridal salon staff and then asks "Has this ever happened here before?" Nooooooo..... was the reply. Meanwhile, Robert is watching the commotion ( future mother-in-law racing to the Chinese restaurant, frantic seamstress digging around for water in her back seat, etc.) from the car and is wondering if his bride-to-be is okay. Now that he knows the "rest of the story", I'm sure he's envisioning what may happen at the altar if a little dress fitting causes this much chaos... The McNulty Girls are just drama queens, okay- not to worry Robert! Happily, they had a big lunch and are now at the Courthouse getting their marriage license (Item B) and moving on to Item C. 11 days to go and I'm trying desperately to burn these memories in the very special places of a mother's heart. You see, the days have sped by at warp speed and soon a most precious piece of my heart will walk down the aisle to become a married woman. Thus, I will write and write, so as not to ever forget the blessings and magic of this time.

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