Skip to main content

The Wedding of My Dreams

My sister got engaged over a month ago with the promise of a small intimate wedding, only inviting immediate family and a few close friends. I wanted this day to be the most special day of her life, and I know it was.

We'd originally planned in on the golf greens, by the pond, behind my parent's house. BUT...with Ike and every storm prior...the rain was non-stop and the ground was muddy. The reception was to be in my mother's gardens, which were to be decorated as a Japanese garden with twinkle lights and lanterns. Again...the rain...

The rain did not let by Wednesday my parents went to plan B--my mother's living room and garage for the wedding and reception. You would think this would be a big let down...but it wasn't. For one the rain stopped on her wedding day and the sun shone bright welcoming our event. It was a huge blessing. For two, our florist (who we used for my wedding of 450) transformed my mothers house and garage into a beautiful Hawaiian Wedding dream. It looked as if we'd planned it that way from the beginning.

My sister seriously was and is the most beautiful bride I'd ever ever seen....much prettier than I was. She had this elegance about her that captured everyone, especially her groom and his little boy.

Her flowers were amazing...a Hawaiian bouquet with orchids infused with teal, ginger, bird of paradise, and a few more Hawaiian treasures. Mine was a mini of hers. They're the most beautiful bouquets I've ever seen.

This day, since I helped in planning a looot of it, was the wedding of my dreams. To finally let go of it isn't something I was ready to do, but by midnight my feet and back were screaming for me too.

If you're reading this my dear sister...I love you and my new BIL so much. I'm very happy for you both that you found someone who appreciates who you are. I'm very honored to have been a part of it, and to get to deliver the speech I'd planned. I'm so glad I didn't stumble through it. Thank you.....
Me and my sister pre-wedding...getting hair and make up done. I did everyone's makeup.
A quick close up of her bouquet.

A picture I captured of the happy couple.

Isn't love grand???

Popular posts from this blog

Voting is like a PBJ

So, yesterday was voting day for many offices like County Clerk and Congress.   I always want to educate myself on the many issues and campaign trailblazers so I can make my voice count.  Voting is our God-given right which wasn't even acknowledged by our nation until the women's suffrage movement.  Many of our great - great grandmothers met, marched, and went on strike to strive for the right to vote.
When I hear anyone I come in contact with say that due the fact that they don't like anyone on the ballot they're not going to vote - it blows my mind!  We are blessed with that privilege!  And even if you don't like anyone, to not vote is still casting a vote because your voice isn't heard.  
Think of it like this:   What if there was only a choice between peanut butter or jelly - and the popular vote would bring to light what we're allowed to eat.   If you say, 'Well, I don't like either, so it doesn't matter!'  Then you choose not to vote.…

Brian Naranjo - A Celebrated Man

It's Saturday...

It's Saturday, and at this very moment a few hundred miles north of me, my friend is grieving the loss of her husband.

It's Saturday and this week has felt like an eternity.  I've moved through this week with such a heavy heart.

And I feel guilty for being trapped in this fog of sorrow, as I'm not the one who lost my life long partner of over 20 years. I'm not the one who just got my husband back from Afghanistan, only to lose him to an unexpected death.

I can not fathom how my friend is coping, walking step by step through the process of burying her soul mate at the tender young age of 39.

Brian Naranjo would have been 40 years old on February 29th, 2012. Brian Naranjo would have his whole life ahead of him.  He would have been celebrating a marquis year, when you're supposed to reflect on where you've come and what you have left to do. 

In reading his Facebook wall, as I'm inexplicably drawn to it, I've read the many memo…

Undercover Boss Eye Opener

This past week I watched Undercover Boss, which featured Retro Fitness and one employee in particular, who got fired.  Normally Undercover Boss shows a few employees, with great stories and good work ethic, and sometimes there may be a few problem employees.

In this last issue, it seems all anyone is talking about is that one problem employee, named Jacqueline, who was a shining example of what bad attitudes are really about, and was about as bad as they come.

Jacqueline, who on the outside, seemed like a clean cut decent person until she opened her mouth to speak.  And this girl wasn't just rude ... she was abusive to everyone around her. 

As if it wasn't bad enough that she was completely unprofessional and had no compassion for anyone around her at work ... she then turned into the flippant, defensive, careless girl, who talked back to the CEO of the company when he tried to explain his grievances with her.  She passionately denied anything he was trying to explain to her, …