My youngest step-son got married last night for the first time. Cynical? No. He’s getting married again (to the same bride) next week.
Last night the bride’s parents hosted a small civil ceremony in their home. It was attended by parents, grandparents, siblings and one friend of each the bride and groom. Everyone wore jeans. The ceremony was short. I’d guess three minutes tops. The purpose, I’m told, was to make sure they were legally married before heading to Mexico where they’re having a more traditional ceremony on the beach.
The happy couple (and her parents and brother) left this morning for their honeymoon in Cancun. Hubby and I, along with our ex-wife, will join them on Monday. Then Tuesday, weather permitting, they’ll have their dream wedding, complete with beautiful white dress, tuxedo, and all that goes with it. If the weather doesn’t cooperate, there is a plan B, but I’m not going to ponder it, lest I jinx the whole thing. The ceremony is supposed be oceanfront, followed by a dinner at tables set up on the beach. It sounds lovely.
The biggest grin for me was my dress. When Youngest’s older brother got married three years ago, I spent considerable time (and money) searching for the perfect dress, shoes, and accessories. For this wedding, I’m wearing a dress I haggled for on the beach in Hatti (during recent cruise), with a cool hat I also got there and a wrap I already had. I’ll don sandals from my closet. (I think the bride is wearing flip-flops.) I shelled out less than forty bucks for the whole ensemble (including jewelry). There’s no way I’m going to tell you how much I paid for what I wore to the other son’s wedding.
The kids (and in-laws) are coming back Friday, the 23rd and our ex will head home the day following the ceremony, the 21st. We decided to stay behind and spend Christmas in Cancun. We’ve never spent Christmas in a tropical place before, and I’m not sure how I’m going to like it.
I’m a little nervous about traveling to Mexico right now with the unrest there. I was talking with a workman (from Mexico) who was in my neighborhood earlier in the week. I told him we’d be in Cancun soon. His face got serious and he said, “Be careful.” It frightened me. He said he hated to say that about his own country, and the resort areas were safer than most of the country, but advised me not to get in a cab and not to do this and not to do that… Hey, we’re staying at an all-inclusive resort and I mean that literally. We’re STAYING at an all inclusive resort. I’ve already gotten Hubby to promise no matter how alluring some junket may sound we won’t change our minds spur of the moment and head inland. Usually I like to be more spontaneous than that, but not when guns are involved. Think Romancing the Stone. Ummm … she was a best-selling author. Maybe I should reconsider.
Our home will be secure with our security system (complete with cameras we can watch from down there if we get really bored). Our neighbors know we’re leaving and will be checking on things while we are gone.
Here’s the biggie. Hubby gently suggested I leave the laptop at home for this trip, and I’m considering it sort of as a self-sacrificing Christmas present for him. I’ll have my iPad (for my books) if I just have to write something. If I do this, I’ll have to get busy and get next week’s blogs posted and finish four critiques for my online group, but it is doable.
Tomorrow night is my tap competition so, if you could send some good vibes this way, my group would appreciate it.
Following are some wedding photos from last night. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Seasons Greetings or whatever. Best wishes for safe, healthy, happy holidays.