One of my favorite rainy day movies is Drew Barrymore’s play on Cinderella, Ever After. An unexpected love weaves a tale of star-crossed lovers that struggle through to that almighty HEA. The much sought Happily-Ever-After. But I’d never looked at the movie from the wedding/marriage perspective. Ok, I admit it. I’m weird. I wasn’t a dreamy little girl that played wedding with my Barbie’s. My own environment didn’t encourage the dreams that many may have of planning the perfect wedding. I’ve never been one to want the spotlight. I’ll often avoid situations to keep that from happening. I didn’t cut out pictures, or wish for the princess style flowing white gown. I’m not, and never have been, a girly-girl. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love me some bling but I don’t wear it often. I’m a flip-flops and t-shirt kinda gal. Ya know…jeans and boots during the winter. So I’d never put much into the thought of what my dream wedding might be. My wedding turned out to be more about sharing that special moment with friends and family than the little details so many stress over. I didn’t even try on my wedding dress until the day I walked down the aisle. Or grassy hill I should say. My idea of the perfect wedding? It’s not about the fashion, the flowers, the filet mignon…it’s the meaning behind the vows. The wedding was all about sharing our commitment with friends and family.
I met my husband through friends when he first moved to town almost thirteen years ago. I was a single mom that worked full-time and had returned to college. I had my hands full and a handsome cowboy, that was younger than me, didn’t fit in that schedule except when my son wasn’t home. But the cowboy was persistent and refused to give up. When it came time for us to talk about a ceremony…it was all about a simple, close friends and family get together only. That was the plan until my mother got ahold of the planning. Her and her posse. They may have taken over but they were also good about looking at who we were as a couple. A western style wedding was the only true way to go.
And everything that could go wrong almost did. I couldn’t find a western style wedding gown but did at the last second. It was a little loose so I ordered a size smaller thinking I’d diet. Ha. If you know how much I like to cook and feed my cowboys…you’d be laughing too. So as I was getting dressed…I wondered if I’d even be able to zip it up considering I’d never tried it on. It fit perfectly. My husband went to pick up his black, western cut tux jacket he was going to wear with jeans, boots, and his black cowboy hat, and it was the wrong size. He and his friends went on a wild goose chase trying to find the shop that had his size in stock. They ended up going the wrong direction and barely made it back…we’re talking 30 minutes to spare. I dropped one of the decorations on the groom’s cake and we had to make repairs as guests were walking in. The DJ responsible for the music showed up and had forgotten to bring the cd’s we requested. So we were digging cd’s out of our vehicles 30 minutes before the ceremony began. We chose to get married at a cabin on the lake with the ceremony in late June…in the typical Oklahoma heat. The boats and jet ski noise in the background were an added plus.
And then there was the fact that I hate being in the spotlight. I stepped out of the building to walk down the lawn to my groom…and realized a hundred plus people were standing up and staring at me. I was walking in heels…in the grass…in a long, full dress. I can barely remember the ceremony itself but I survived, after I took off my crinoline slip and heels, and we have a wonderful, funny story about our wedding that people still talk about. We had barbeque and a full bar. We had our friends and family. We had great music and people stripping on the dance floor. And I tear up thinking about how much it all meant to me…then and now. It was all I could dream of and more.