by Karen Templeton
Edited on Wednesday, July 25 — Joyce, please send your snail mail addy to email@example.com so I can send out your copy of THE DOCTOR’S DO-OVER!
And yeah, that would be my oldest son Christopher, and his lovely bride, Jennifer, who made me a proud (or prouder) mama when they got married last week in Flagstaff, AZ. However, I had to chuckle over the things that went “wrong,” (some of which we won’t mention here out of respect for assorted guilty parties, heh ), but let’s just say Mother Nature apparently wasn’t on board with the idea of an outdoor wedding. As in, the day before, it poured . And although the sun came out Sunday morning, more clouds/showers quickly followed. So it seemed wise to hold the ceremony indoors. And it was lovely, and the ringbearer duo — my five-year-old grandson and my new DIL’s (gosh, I love saying that!) nephew actually made it down the aisle…although, due to an incident involving a cupcake covered in bilious blue frosting headed straight for a clean little face, not to mention his ringbearer outfit, and Grandma’s subsequent “NOOOOOO!”, we do have Pouty Face Boy on the video.
BUT. There was also laughter. And tears. And dancing. And more laughter, and more tears. But mostly laughter. Then, after the couple took off, some twenty of us — family, for the most part, who live in Alaska and California and New Mexico, including my 95 year old MIL, who are never all in the same place at the same time — hied ourselves late that night to some hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant in Flagstaff, where we clearly made their week. And it was perfect.
Although I suppose it was inevitable that I was reminded of my own wedding, more than three decades earlier. It rained that day, too — a cold, nasty, New York in November rain, to boot. Then the flowers — not to mention my sole attendant — didn’t arrive at the church until five minutes before the wedding. And I discovered my dress sleeves were too tight to lift my arms, so I had to ask my mother to help me with my mantilla, except she got so verklempt the minute she put in on my head she let out a gasp, clamped her hands over her mouth, and just…froze.
But somehow, everyone got their flowers, and my maid of honor got dressed on time, and we unfroze my mother enough for her to fix my mantilla so I didn’t look like a drunk going down the aisle, and my husband and I recited the vows we’d written ourselves, and then we were married…and it was perfect.
All of which I shared with my new DIL, who apparently — like me — doesn’t take kindly to monkey wrenches messing with her carefully laid plans. But by the time she looked into my son’s eyes as they recited their vows, I could tell she didn’t care anymore, either. Or at least, not toooo much. Because as far as life goes, “perfect” rarely means “flawless.”
Because, really, how boring would that be?
So…here’s the place to share all <i>your</i> never-to-be-forgotten wedding oopsies (if not fiascoes!). But to salve those wounds , I’m giving away a copy of the first book in my brand-new Summer Sisters series, THE DOCTOR’S DO-OVER, to one lucky person who leaves a comment between now and Wednesday at noon, EDT. (you can read an excerpt at www.karentempleton.com!)