All weddings have memorable moments. Memorable moments serve as highlights, or lowlights,to recall on subsequent anniversaries. Some, like ours, still cause my heart to palpitate as I recall that ill-conceived phone call. To understand its significance you must understand that I began our courtship as a fourth stringer behind Doug, Harry and John (Names are changed to protect the guilty). All had had significant relationships with my June when I joined the taxi squad. None were on waivers. All were still in contention for capturing the coveted starter position as fiancée. I was perhaps the weakest suitor in terms of wealth and personality, but I had the strength of physical position since we both taught in the same school system, in the same building, only two floors apart. The other contenders lived miles away. My June always says that timing is everything which was the case in our courtship. At that point in her life she was a willing receiver for my passes and after a whirlwind courtship she succumbed to my naive charms and agreed to be my bride. So it was that I made the jump from fourth to first string and was the unchallenged game winner--or so I thought. Certain things, like that memorable phone call, are preceded by other plays that a more seasoned starter would have foreseen as predictive. But I was new at the game. One such play came when I took June to homecoming at the university from which we had both graduated. We were walking out of a restaurant not
Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen - I would like to start by thanking Frank on behalf of the bridesmaids for his kind comments and echo the fact that they look wonderful and performed their role fantastically well, despite the inevitable and healthy rivalry that can sometimes occur. In fact, just before the service I overheard a furious sisterly argument about who was going to be first to dance with the best man. Understandable, I thought - until I got closer and heard them saying, 'You!', 'no, you!'
Memories can last a life time, so we tend to only remember the extraordinary ones. Extraordinary like the essay “The Yellow Ribbon” by Pete Hamill, in which he talks about how a person named Vingo, was riding on a, bus recently released from jail, to this oak tree explaining to some passengers that he had told his wife to leave him if she wanted, since he went to jail or to go to this oak tree and tie a yellow ribbon around it to see if she wants him to stick around and he will go and check it out. In the end, he saw hundreds of ribbons tied on to the tree. Not only is this an amazing story, but also very unforgettable one as well, because he finds out that after four years in jail his wife has enough love for him to go to this tree and tie hundreds of ribbons just to show the type of love the women had for Vingo. I have to say that, I believe this story is truly unforgettable, but I also got a story that is very extraordinary, like the time that I got my very first car. Furthermore, I didn’t just get a car, I got the love of two truly loving parents.
One memory I can remember was my parents’ wedding in 2008. It was the first wedding I ever went to since I was the flower girl. I was only five at the time so I cannot remember it clearly. I have seen some videos of my newlywed parents shoving cake in each other’s faces. Another video showed my grandmother’s high heel getting caught in the cracks of the floor and it was hilarious.
In September 2017, I was cast in my school's fall play The Diviners. After telling my mom who sat there with me when the cast list was posted, I called my grandma to tell her the news. This play was the first show I had ever gotten the chance to be apart of at my high school. I was more shocked and excited than I could possibly contain
“I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s not like you weren’t going to invite yourself to the wedding anyways.”
The time finally arrived. Meredith and Derek were getting prepared to say “I do” to each other. As he buttoned up his suit and she zippered up her dress, memories came flushing through Meredith’s mind. Oh how long she waited for this day to come, after all the sleepless nights and aching heart breaks, the time has arrived. All this thinking came to a halt when Derek came into the room. “Ahhh!” Meredith gasps hiding herself behind the curtain, “Derek! You can’t see me before the wedding, it’s bad luck!” As he turned around to talk to Meredith he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she looked in her gown. He knew that there could never be bad luck between them. As they heard the church bells ringing, they knew it was time to go down.
This has literally been the best month ever with you I can't even begin to explain how amazing of a boyfriend you are and how blessed I am to call you mine baby I love you so very much !!
Gold. Shiny gold molded into a small band, which will one day wrap around my Grandmother's finger, and then mine. With its intricate carvings decorating the outer surface of the band, bringing it to life. So simple and beautiful. An elegant diamond gleaming at the top, reflecting sunlight on each surface. Who knew one tiny piece of jewelry could mean so much to someone. How it could mean so much to me.
how the marraige came to be : “ our parents were looking around for the right person. when our parents met they talked and came to the dicision for us to get married to incresse our wealth.”
You're probably very happy to have received an invitation to a wedding. But what does it all mean? And what if you aren't so happy? Here's some pointers.
I feel that my grandparents Jill and Jim have an exceptionally great marriage. After 40 years of being marriage they still have so much love for each other. There are always laughing and I swear I’ve never seen them fight or get mad at each other. They are honestly two pears in a pod. They are the two most happiness people I know and their marriage is the strongest marriage I have ever seen.
A single day is just twenty four hours, which doesn’t amount to much in the grand scheme of things. This axiomatic division of time defines our lives, separating our time on Earth into tiny bits that shape the way we live. The day starts at midnight, the instant the clock strikes twelve. The few first hours are dark and lifeless, save the few unreasonable souls that remain awake. The things that still stir during this time will soon be won over by sleep, joining the ranks of those whose eyes keep shut. These hours don’t quite count, because hardly any record of them exists. All we know is that the hours have passed, purely because our clocks tell us so, as if we hit a fast forward button and skipped through time. The darkness of the night blurs
The most important day of your life should be one that's not only memorable, but one that is uniquely tailored to the two of you. With all of the little details to remember that come along with planning a wedding, it's easy to lose sight of what the day really means; an expression and celebration of your love. For that reason it's important to include a few personalized touches to your big day.
It was the first game of the season, and my team and I were ready to take on Gillette. It was the first game of a doubleheader on a Saturday afternoon. Dark rain clouds covered the sky and a slight breeze began to make it’s way into town. Our coaches tried to tell us to have the mindset that we were going to play. Rain started fall hard on us. We ran to the dugout to stay dry until the rain let up. Thunder shook the ground. We knew right then and there that it would be a long day.
Didn't you once believe you married the right one? So what happens now? Do you wait for the real, right one to find you?