Out of Town

There is nothing exciting to my blog entry today, nothing remotely profound or intensely interesting. I am writing this from a balcony, sitting in the sun in seventy degree weather, with a cool breeze and amazing mountain views.  I am on my honeymoon in Sedona.  But, I must submit something. 

I don't yet have pictures to share of the special day, but I may post a photo of this view.  I may not. :)  That’s the great thing about being on vacation.  I don't HAVE to do anything.  J

I have had a little time to look back on Friday, and reflect on the events of my wedding day.  It was definitely not perfect.  First I will tell you of the things that went wrong.

 1 .The wedding favors (160 lovely white boxes filled with 1200+ home baked Italian wedding cookies and chocolates, wrapped in bowed ribbons with a ring and love bird tied to it, and a monogram P, for Partridge) were all destroyed.  They looked beautiful stacked in two pyramids on the ends of a long decorated gift table the last time I saw them, but by the time the reception started (indoor reception) they were covered in ants. 

2. My mother forgot how to tie up my train.  We were an hour late for my own photos because she and my sister could not figure it out.  It was a European bustle with a color coated system which is a serious of four buttons and loops to put together beneath the back of the dress to let the material fall in precise drapes.  I walked around half the reception with people stepping on me or having to carry my train over my arm, before a good friend of mine fixed it for me.  Her head shoved up the back of my dress for ten minutes outside the reception hall.  :)  Sorry Mom and Sis.  Thank you, Erin. 

3. The punch bowl did not make it to the reception.  I spent hours making 64 gallons worth of real fruit punch, only to arrive to the reception (45 min late) with a room full of guests and no drinks at all. 

4. The catering was late.  It took an hour and a half instead of 30 minutes for the catering to arrive to the reception because the delicious, but obviously low staffed, Italian restaurant did not have everything ready when my sisters went to pick it up.  So, lots of guests, no drinks, no food. 

5. Something happened to the best man, he got lost, held for ransom by pirates, abducted by aliens, or something.  He never showed.  (We found out later he had a valid reason.  Let’s just say he was released with only a small bounty paid). 

6.  My grandmother ended up holding my purse during family pictures and left to go who-knows-where.  The keys to our car were in my purse so when the formal photo shoot was over I had no way of getting from the Temple to the reception hall. 

7. Towards the beginning part of the party some running children knocked over the DJ's external hard drive, efficiently breaking it, losing the prearranged song plans for our reception. 

With all those minor, but troublesome, events that took place to overthrow our wedding reception, it was still a success.  No one seemed to care that there were no wedding favors.  The food, when it arrived, was delicious and well consumed.  The bride and groom coming in late seemed like the plan for a grand entrance.  The drinks were also delicious and consumed.  The DJ did a fantastic job of winging it, and the dancing was entertaining, hilarious, and fun. 

After a rough start, it was a beautiful ending.  The best thing of all is that I am now married to my Brian, and my son is ecstatic over it. 

It was perfect in all of its imperfection.  Just like me, just like us all, and just like this life.  Beautifully imperfect.