Ok, so today’s post is a little off topic… well, maybe a lot! Bill and I will be celebrating our 20th Wedding Anniversary tomorrow, but tomorrow also happens to be WHAT IF? Wednesday so I thought I’d post this a day early. This has nothing to do with stamping of course, but I think it may make for some fun reading anyway.
If you have been following me since my first blog post, you may recall my story about The House That Stamps Built and how we came to be. You may also recall that much of this we “blame” on my mother. 😉 In addition to her love of stamping, my Mom also had a passion for writing. She had a real way with words… she could write some wonderful poetry, weave great stories and also tell you jokes that could make you wet your pants! My mom wrote this poem/story shown below as a wedding gift to Bill and I twenty years ago. I like to dig it out every few years and revisit it on my anniversary. Today I thought I’d share it with all of you. It’s rather long, but I hope you’ll bear with me.
In my mind I have stories I’d like to relate;
Of events all pertaining to July twenty-eight,
In the year of Our Lord, nineteen hundred and ninety.
If recorded on paper it will help to remind me,
Of the doubts and the mishaps, the fun and the thrill,
In preparing the wedding of Wendy to Bill.
On a Sunday in April I was told of the plan.
That’s when my troubles, my joys all began.
By the end of that week many things had been done.
Time and place were decided, preparations begun.
The minister, church, and musician agreed.
The caterer’s hired. We’re picking up speed.
I’ve purchased the napkins, the cups and each plate;
Always reminding myself of the date.
Invitations are printed. We’ve ordered the flowers.
It seems that the days just don’t have enough hours.
Bride to-be lives in Portland, so the next time in town;
We’re off on a search for that “just perfect” gown.
A miracle’s happened, everybody agrees;
When the bride comes back home with the first gown she sees.
Fit and color are perfect, it’s the gown of her dreams.
Everything’s right on target, or at least so it seems.
Well, we’ve hit our first snag; Our first problems arise,
When a dress for the bridesmaid can’t be found in her size.
Many stores have been called, they all answer the same;
“We’ve no two gowns alike,” Now I hate to complain,
But why can’t they carry gowns alike – different sizes?
They sales they could make could hold many surprises.
Hallelujah! Amen! Praise the Lord for He blesses!
I’ve just found a new store, we can order the dresses.
Oh, and that isn’t all, there is more I must tell,
We can order men’s tuxes at this new store as well.
Now we’ve just made the plans for her first bridal shower.
On the thirtieth of June, three o’clock is the hour.
She’s a dentist appointment, meets the pastor as well;
The girl’s getting nervous that’s easy to tell.
But the shower turns out as a total surprise.
All the people and gifts sure put joy in her eyes.
We have a new roof. We have a new deck.
The fireplace mended; everyone is a wreck.
Our porch has been painted. Wicker furniture’s sprayed.
We’ve new cushions and covers, have we got it made!?
Oh boy – we’ve got problems! It seems havoc wreaks.
It’s raining like crazy! Guess what – the roof leaks!
Out comes the tar bucket, some shingles and nails.
All over the floor we have odd pots and pails.
Dear God, we’re all praying, don’t make it our fate,
That it still will be pouring on July twenty-eight.
The reception, you see, will be held at the lake.
So a nice sunny day all the difference will make.
Well, we’re down to the wire; Things are pretty well set.
Can we say we’re all ready? Oh Good Lord, not yet!
It’s July twenty-seventh and what do you know?!
It’s not only raining, there’s a terrible blow.
There are windows blown in! The roof is still leaking!
Decorations are soaked. Everybody is shrieking!
We’re mopping – we’re sopping, we’re all feeling blue.
If it’s like this tomorrow GOD! what will we do?
Tonight’s the rehearsal. After that there’s a dinner.
If this just can run smoothly it will sure be a winner.
The Reverend O’Brien who’s so hopeful he’ll please;
With his charm and good humor, soon had all well at ease.
Having him do the service filled us all with delight.
He’s our friend, well as Pastor; he made everything right.
Now the big day is here, everyone’s in a sweat.
What should I remember? What did I forget?
It’s a beautiful day with bright sunny skies.
We all thanked the Lord for this lovely surprise.
Where are we getting dressed? Where are we taking showers?
Will the church doors be open for the placing of flowers?
The men stay at camp while the girls go in town;
To get their hair braided; to put on each gown.
Everyone seems quite calm for some reason or other;
But guess who fouls up? You’re right – the bride’s mother!
The wedding’s at two; she’s got less than an hour.
To steam out a few wrinkles, hangs her dress o’er the shower.
She’s combing her hair; gives her face a quick scrub.
Turns around and “Oh Damn It” her skirt’s in the tub.
Yes, the shower is running, the skirt’s more than damp.
It’s just soaking wet and the iron’s at camp.
Now what will you do?, everybody is crying,
As she plugged in the gadget that’s used for hair drying.
She ran to the neighbors, got an iron and board.
Her niece pressed the dress. All is well, Praise the Lord.
We arrived at the church just a few minutes late;
From then on we’re dealt such a glorious fate.
At the front of the church stood the groom and best man.
After seating of mother the procession began.
This heart tugging sight was a joy to behold.
First came little Katie, her hair like spun gold.
She looked oh so sweet, like an angel from heaven,
Seeming oh so grown up, though she’s only eleven.
The bride’s sister came next, being her maid of honor;
In a beautiful dress that looked wonderful on her.
She’s a real pretty girl, with a dazzling smile;
Which just lit up the church as she came down the aisle.
Now comes the hard part, not too easy to mention;
As the music grows louder to get our attention.
At the back of the church, an emotional sight;
Of a very proud dad with the bride on his right.
There is such joy and sadness on this wedding day;
When a dad who so loves her, gives his daughter away!
But he has to remember when all’s said and done.
He’s not losing a daughter, he’s gaining a son!
After giving the hand of the bride to the groom;
When dad took his seat, a hush filled the room.
There wasn’t a doubt that the couple was nervous;
They practically whispered the words of the service.
Yet the vows were repeated. Ring exchanges were made.
The groom kissed the bride. The recessional played.
Of the wedding itself there’s not much to tell.
But I think you should know Brent rang the church bell.
A receiving line followed. In the heat it was strife.
While everyone greeted the new husband and wife.
The wedding was lovely; There was no mistake.
After taking of pictures, all returned to the lake.
The reception went perfect, lots of food – lots of beer.
Everyone seemed to be full of fun and good cheer.
Best man gave a toast to the new bride and groom.
After cutting the cake all guests left the room.
Twas time for the traditional tossing bouquet.
Taking, tossing of garter that traditional way.
Becca Welsh caught the flowers; then we all had to beg
To get Scott with the garter even near Becca’s leg.
Well, traditions are over. You’ve been given the facts.
Time for drinking and eating, it was time to relax,
There was plenty to eat. There was plenty of booze.
Some people sat talking. Some went for a snooze.
But they all will remember July twenty-eight,
Nineteen hundred and ninety for it really went great!!
With our families and friends it was truly a thrill;
To be part of the wedding of Wendy and Bill.
Is that great or what? Thanks again, Mom! I hope they have internet in heaven so you know you’ve been published! Love you and still miss you everyday!
And thank you all for stopping by today. I hope you’ll be back tomorrow for WHAT IF? Wednesday when we reveal our latest Sketch Challenge and announce the winner of our July challenges!