In today’s new The Real Marrying Types of Change the Word, Isabella Louise Anderson shares three of her favorite moments from the day of her nuptials.
While I was one who always wanted to be a bride (as a child, I was even one for Halloween), a beautiful bauble on my finger made me a fiancé, but the part I was looking forward to the most was being a wife. This past December, my husband and I celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary, and I couldn’t be more blessed with the daily chores of laundry and dishes, and everything else that married women can relate to (Don’t you just love when you’re doing the laundry and you find your husband’s socks all bunched up, just to waste several seconds stretching them out, so they can be washed?!).
My Three Favorite Moments on My Wedding Day
So many say that their wedding day was the happiest day of their lives, and while that’s true for me, too, there are three moments on my wedding day that I will never forget.
My cat, Thorndike, was my alarm clock that morning. Sneezing on not just my face, but also my cousin’s, who was my maid of honor. I quickly remembered it was my wedding day… MY WEDDING DAY! Nerves, excitement, and the constant thought that something would go wrong took over, but thanks to my M.O.H., she calmed my nerves, and I was much better (thanks, Sis)! I took my time showering, putting on my bride loungewear, and soon after my dad and uncle came to pick us up. It was time to go to the Rosewood Crescent Hotel to get ready to get ready! After all the wedding started at 4 so there was no time to waste!
Over the six years that my husband and I have been together, there have been more cards and letters written than I can count (which might explain why I’m an author, and not an accountant). Often times on our anniversaries we end up giving each other the same cards and/or gifts—I know, cute, huh?! Anyway, as my M.O.H., mom, and other girls, and I had our hair and make-up being applied in the dressing room there was a knock at the door. It turned out to be a delivery for me from my husband-to-be. My heart melted and kept on as I collected eight of the sweetest notes I’ve ever received from him. After the last note, I wasn’t nervous anymore, but rather more ready than ever to marry my man!
After our officiant proclaimed us husband and wife, we were whisked away for a bit to enjoy a glass of champagne along with a few appetizers while the guests made their way to the reception that was held in one of the hotel’s ballrooms. Spending a few short moments with my husband (I still love that word) was really special, as we realized the hard part was over, and that the fun part was just beginning.
Finally, it was time to make our grand entrance as Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, but just as we stepped off the elevator, we were stopped by the wedding coordinator (the original one we started working with quit and was replaced my a snooty woman, who had to have things her way—even what time my lox and bagels were served, stating that “the contract says you want it at 10 not 9:30”—yeah, my mom almost lost it at that point, saying to give her daughter what she wants). Anyway, after the woman congratulated us on our nuptials, she told us that while the cakes were being delivered, mine took a tumble, but not to worry, “because they’ve replaced it with a Styrofoam lookalike, so when you cut the cake, it will be from the groom’s cake.” While I was really disappointed, not only by the cake company but at the woman who could’ve at least told us this earlier on in the day (I’m sure there could’ve been a much better solution. My mom is a very resourceful woman, and, on top of that, my mother-in-law is in the cake business). I was really looking forward to seeing the cake I designed (a simple white cake, with a deep purple ribbon at the bottom of each tier), but all I wanted at that moment was to have my first dance with my hubby, the father/daughter dance, and start being a wife.
Moving forward, after the dances, celebrating with friends, and having a great time, it was cake time. I was highly disappointed when I saw that my “stage” cake was chocolate with pink flowers on it. Since I don’t like pink, it was a major fail, so I made sure to tell anyone that said how pretty it was the real story.
In the end, I’m pleased to say this was the only major snag in the wedding, and for that, I’m thankful!
We'll be back with more "The Real Marrying Types of CTW" tomorrow with a new story from Hilary Grossman.
Isabella grew up with a book in her hand, and to this day nothing has changed. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and has been featured on several blogs. While Isabella doesn’t blog a lot, she focuses her time on featuring other writers, along with working on her next book.
She created Chick Lit Goddess to share the love of the following genres: Chick Lit, Contemporary Romance, Romance, and Romantic Comedies! She loves featuring authors and their books.
Currently, she lives in Dallas with her husband and cat. She enjoys spicy Mexican food and drinking margaritas, and can be found spending time with family and friends, cheering on the Texas Rangers, and reading.
Isabella’s short story, Meet Me Under the Mistletoe, was featured in Simon & Fig’s Christmas anthology, Merry & Bright, in November 2013. The Right Design is her first novel.
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