Theme week five

In June of 2002 I walked down the isle with my step father on one side of me and my biological father on the other side of me. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. I had my hair done in a waterfall wedding style, my nails neatly manicured, my veil steamed to wrinkle free, and my dress a gorgeous candlelight color with beaded embesaling around the neck line and the six foot train. Saint Mathews church in Hampden was completely packed that day. We had over two hundred guests plus the parisioners that came for mass that afternoon. My bridesmaids were dressed in a periwinkle blue, spegetti strap, and toe length dresws. The girls were Rosalind, Rose, Rachel, and Chas. Christina was suppose to be the fifth girl but was missing in action that day. My flower girl had on a tiny dress that looked just like mine and had a bit a periwinkle blue at the bottom to match the bridesmaids. The men wore black tuxedos with penguin tails and a periwinkle blue vest and tie. But the cutest thing ever was my four year old son in the tux made to look exactly like his father. It really was the most beautiful wedding I have ever attended for three reasons, the flowers, the people, and the party.

The flowers were all white Lillys that made the room smell like a huge flower garden. The men wore small lilly petals and the women carried one white lilly. The bride had a bouquet of white and blue died lillys. They were beautiful. The center pieces on all the tables were also lillys that hung over baskets and held a teddy bear in the center. The cake topper was also white lillys surrounding a bride and groom teddy bear. The people at the wedding were from all walks of life. On the brides side was the lower class people that took up a little over half of the room. They were seated around the right side of the room but close to the dance floor. The grooms family or the upper class guests were seated around the left side of the room, but were mostly gathered at the open bar. The party started and the DJ played the first dance for the husband and wife. Then came the father daughter dance and the bride first danced with her step-father to a song named "The Dad H Didnt Have To Be", and the song said it all. The step-father cried so hard that his face was beat red. The bride also cried and showed how much she loved and appreciated her step-father with a huge hug at the end of the dance. The mother son dance was very boring after that. Then cam the bouquet and garter. The single women formed a small circle facing in, the men formed a circle around the outside of the women facing out. The garter was given to one man and the bouquet was given to one woman. The music started and the men and women started passing the garter and bouquet around their circles. The music stopped and whoever got stuck with the garter had to place it on the leg of the woman that got the bouquet. It was a great new way to savor a wedding tradition. The party kept on going and at almost ten-thirty at night one of the brides best friends requested the DJ play "It's Raining Men" and the crowd went wild. The Four Points Sheratan at teh Bangor airport never knew what hit them. The party ended in the ball room but continued in the hotel rooms. After three in the morning a large group of guest and the bride and groom went to Dysarts for breakfast and sobering up. The next day the bride and groom left for their honeymoon, but would never forget the night of their lives.