A wedding is not a marriage. A wedding is only the beginning of an undertaking that may or may not, someday, develop into a marriage. What the couple have on their wedding day is not the key to a beautiful garden, but just a vacant lot and a few gardening tools. (David and Vera Mace)
Because it’s June, the favored month for weddings, I will re-run some earlier posts about my daughter’s wedding. Sure, a lot of sentimental fluff is included but that’s because I’m a sentimental gal. There are also some useful ideas for wedding sewing.
This month, my fabulous husband and I will celebrate our 46th wedding anniversary. I wish every couple could have this much happiness.
1968. Because we wanted to be married in Florida, where we would start our life together, fewer than 30 guests attended. But we didn’t care. My mother made my dress.
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Rebecca’s garden wedding for 130 guests at our home was a hands-on affair, orchestrated almost entirely by family and friends. Only the photographer, ceremony string quartet, reception Cajun band and wait staff were hired.
As soon as Rebecca and Harvey’s engagement was announced, my dear friend Susanna presented me with her own well-used tote bag.  It was embellished with the text MOTB–Mother Of The Bride. She had used this bag extensively while planning her own daughter’s fairy tale wedding.
Susanna graciously offered to serve as wedding coordinator and was promptly engaged in that volunteer capacity. From that time on, in our conversations and planning sessions, familial relationships were designated by letters–MOTG (mother of the groom), AOTB (aunt of the bride), Grandmother of the Groom (GMOTG) etc. It was fun.
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