When Dirt Man and I decided to get married the big question was where. My parents were not members of a church, and I was not brought up in the church. I briefly considered my grandfather’s church and quickly dropped the idea. I have always been a nature girl. Fall was and still is my favorite season. I love the colors and the gentle breeze of Autumn. I decided I wanted to get married at the foot of a mountain (didn’t care which one) with all of the changing leaves flowing over the meadow. I thought it sounded quite romantic. However, my mother in law to be did not. She retorted, “No son of mine is getting married on a mountainside!”
We gave in to MIL and made arrangements at the church that she belonged to but did not currently attend. It was a lovely small country church. We had to go to a few premarriage counseling sessions with the preacher. There was a bridal shower given in my honor. There was a rehearsal dinner as well. We decided to have the reception at the church after the ceremony. Hubby and I each paid for our own attire and the flowers. A friend who owned a florist offered to direct the wedding for us. Lucky for us, we didn’t even know we needed one. We thought we were simply going to just walk down the aisle and say yes. And of course seal it with a kiss!
I asked my sister, Peg, to be my matron of honor. My friendfriend, cousin, and sister of the bride were my bridesmaids. My niece was a jr. bridesmaid and my cousin a flower girl. Dirt Man had equal male attendants to pair off with mine. The women wore wine colored dresses and the younger girls wore dresses of dusty rose patterned after Princess Di’s wedding dress. My dress story is here. The men wore grey pin stripe tuxedos with Dirt Man’s being a long tail.
Before the ceremony, my father and I walked out of the side of the church and came back in through the front. My father was super nervous. He said to me, ” She (referring to director) told me to just keep talking to you so you won’t get nervous. I swear to God I don’t know what to say. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
I think he was more nervous about walking down the aisle in his “monkey suit” as he referred to it than he was about me actually getting hitched. After all, he was quite impressed that Dirt Man asked HIM for my hand in marriage. Anyway, I assured him that I indeed did want to get married to Dirt Man.
I remember trembling so fiercely during the ceremony that Peg tried to grab my flowers to stop them from shaking and I ripped them back. Later, I gave them up to do the ring and unity candle parts.
The part about my wedding that most people do not know is that I was quite sick (not a hangover!) at my wedding. I guess I had some sort of a virus. By the time we made it to our honeymoon lodge, every bone and muscle in my body ached and I was exhausted. We borrowed a ski lodge in the mountains from a friend of Dirt Man’s family. What we didn’t know was that it only had bunk beds in it. What honeymooning couple would complain about that?! However,upon entering the cabin (and yes I was carried over the threshold), we discovered why the owner questioned if we were SURE we wanted to spend our HONEYMOON there. Regardless, we were together in the mountains that we so loved.
You may notice how young we were (19 and 21) in the wedding photograph. The picture below was taken last year on our 27th wedding anniversary. In a few short months we will be celebrating our 28th anniversary.