In today’s new The Real Marrying Types of Change the Word, Hilary Grossman shares one of her earliest wedding memories and one from years later that inspired her own nuptials.
“Can I scream?” I asked my mother.
She looked at me like I had lost my mind. “Sure,” she said with a shrug
I don’t think she really thought I would do it. But I did. I screamed at the top of my lungs. LOUD!
My father came running into the kitchen. “What’s wrong? Why are you screaming?”
“I can’t stand it.” I replied. “I’m too excited!”
I waited almost a year for this day, and it was finally here. My cousin Robin’s wedding. And while I adored her future husband I wasn’t excited about her starting a new chapter of her life with the man that she loved. All I cared about was the fact I was going to be her junior bridesmaid!
Hey. Don’t judge. I was only ten years old.
From the moment she asked me if I would participate in her wedding, I could think of nothing else. You would think I was the bride the way I carried on. I practiced walking down the aisle every day, for months. I loved my pink dress (which now makes me shudder) and I couldn’t wait to wear it. Finally the day was here.
Her wedding was everything I dreamt of and more. I had the time of my life. Posing for pictures, walking down the aisle (although I goofed the procession up) and dancing with my parents (my poor parents only shared one dance together – I was that dominating).
Seven years later, while in high school, I found myself catering. I spent every weekend working into the wee hours of the mornings serving drinks at weddings. At first I loved it. Happy memories from my cousin’s wedding bombarded me. I was thrilled to be a small part in all these brides’ special days. I’d prepare for work anxious to see the bride’s dress, what the wedding party would wear, and all the intricate details of the event.
But after months of “going” to weddings, sometimes three of them in a weekend, the novelty wore off. I quickly realized that while each one was slightly different, basically every one of them was the same. It was sad. These ladies spent so much time and effort planning their big day, and it was no different then the wedding that took place five hours before.
I also spent a lot of time watching the newly married couple. They spent the entire time working the room, worrying about details, grinning at strangers, and hugging people they haven’t seen in twenty years. They never seemed to enjoy the food, music, or more importantly each other. I always wondered if they even remembered the night, or just the stress of the planning.
Even though I was only seventeen years old, I realized if I ever got married, I wouldn’t want a wedding. To me, the marriage is what’s important, the wedding is just window dressing.
I did my teenage-self proud. Many years later, when I did tie the knot, my fiancé and I scurried off to Aruba. We had a planned elopement on the beach, at sunset. It was beyond romantic and I remember every second of the day.
We'll be back with more "The Real Marrying Types of CTW" on Monday with a new story from Danielle Miller.
I dated a guy so commitment-phobic that I was able to write a book about our relationship! I am also the CFO of a beverage alcohol importer and live on Long Island.
Here are some random facts about me....
* I am a klutz... I walk into walls and fall off my shoes (flats too - not only the skyscraper heels)
* I have an unhealthy addiction to denim... Oh, and add shoes to my addiction list while you are at it please...
* I am the worst singer imaginable. When I was a waitress, I would get tipped extra not to sing happy birthday!
* I am a righty, but I can also write with my left hand. When I was little, I also taught myself how to write with my foot.
* I used to be a very shy and quiet girl....But, wow, did that ever change
* I love to laugh, and find humor in the every day
* My life long dream was to write a book. Now my dream is a reality. I hope you like it!
My book is Dangled Carat.
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