The countdown has begun. In less than one week, our daughter, Katie, will marry her fiance, Michael.
It’s been a long engagement – he popped the question in December of 2010, so it’s been nearly two years. We’ve had plenty of time to plan the event, that’s for sure.
And yet, this last week, as it all comes together, I am reminded of the alternating emotions of exhilaration one minute and sheer terror the next, of having everything JUST SO for this special day.
Early on, we knew the location: our beautiful church, Grace United Methodist Church in downtown Wilmington.
The setting could not be more perfect.
We knew the date, but that changed a couple of times.
First it was going to be October, then we moved it up to May, then we moved it back to October.
It turned out to be a wise decision to keep the original date of October, as both Katie and Michael graduated this past May from college – she with a degree in nursing and he with a degree in biology.
And I’m happy to report that Katie got a job at the nearby hospital. Michael is hoping to further his schooling, but is working at the family restaurant for now.
But, back to the wedding: we decided where to hold the reception early on, another easy decision.
It would shock many people to know that the most economical yet elegant venue was the old and beautiful nearby country club.
Just like when Kelly, our oldest daughter, got married in Myrtle Beach and had her reception at the Dunes Club, we are once again thanking our wedding director for sponsoring us.
Over a year ago, we stood in David’s Bridal and Katie tried on three gowns, finding the perfect one quickly. And did she look beautiful! Heck, she lit up.
She was beaming!
I knew it was made just for her and this proud mama took several photos.
We have had so many friends and family chip in to help with one thing or another.
I am humbled beyond words. Carol is hosting the bachelorette party at her beach cottage and the bridesmaid’s luncheon at her home.
Michael’s parents are hosting the rehearsal at their Greek restaurant, The Olympia. Some of my family have seen this as an opportunity for a mini-vacation and are renting beach cottages.
Friends are coming from Katie’s school days in South Carolina – from Waccamaw High School, S.C. Governor’s School for the Arts and Humanities and other friends from LSU in Baton Rouge.
Our old and dear friends, Carolyn and Chuck Gee are coming for the festivities and he is our photographer.
Can I just say the bridal portrait turned out to be PERFECT? (I have come to know Chuck’s work and it is the best I’ve ever seen!)
So, it’s good to know some of the Lowcountry will be mixed in with Wilmywood, as they affectionately call our town (a term that combines Wilmington and Hollywood, as we are now the third largest movie location in the U.S.).
I’ve spent more money and time in A.C. Moore, Michael’s and David’s Bridal than I care to comment on.
Dollar General is running a close second. And boy, have weddings changed over the past years! It’s really more like a production.
Therefore, I feel like my full-time job as mother of the bride is about to end and to tell you the truth, I’m ready.
Yesterday as Russell and I sat in church and watched Katie singing with the choir, I became overwhelmed thinking about how this engagement period has flown by (and worrying about if I’d forgotten anything important up until now.)
I came home and checked off a few more things after lunch. Bridesmaid’s gifts: check.
Final count for guests: check. Motel rooms booked: check. Programs finished: check.
Thankfully, Alma, our wedding director, has finalized every detail and will ensure that the day is perfect.
She is top-notch on “getting her done” and no-nonsense, but a classic Southern lady, for sure.
Molly, our florist, is traveling from Virginia Beach, because she did a splendid job on Lindsay (my niece’s) wedding four years ago.
Meredith, our wedding planner, just finished the table assignments and the place cards.
My list of to-do (which was at twenty seven items a week ago) is down to about eight.
But here we are at the eleventh hour (almost) and poor old hub Russ has noticed a snag.
As he read over the place cards tonight he told me that a name was missing from the list.
“Who?” I asked. I thought he was kidding. “Me!” he said.
Sure enough, Russell isn’t listed. But in his usual sly way, he quickly said, “I guess if I’m not coming to the wedding, I don’t have to pay for anything.”
You know he’s wrong on two counts.
Ann Ipock “Life is Short, I Wish I Was Taller” firstname.lastname@example.org www.annipock.com
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