ERICA: Well, the knot has officially been tied.
We had an amazing night, beautiful weather, and reportedly, the most delicious wedding food any of our guests had ever tasted. I’m taking their word for it, because I really didn’t eat any of it (I’m still a bit peeved that no one made us a doggie bag either, because by the time we got back to the hotel, room service had ended and we went to bed starving!)
More things went wrong than I ever could have imagined including big things such as: Greg’s grandmother deciding she couldn’t make it; my grandma getting bronchitis and not being able to make it; my mom having emergency urgery days before and not being able to come; and miscellaneous other unnecessary family drama. And little things such as: I forgot to put my veil over my face before walking down the aisle; I realized moments before the ceremony that my grandmother’s ring (which we were using under the chuppah) didn’t really fit the finger it was supposed to go on; we had no idea how to use our new digital camera and got blurry pictures all night.
Erica and Greg.
There’s loads more where that came from too. There is so very little in life we have control over. And, as brides, we often forget that this includes our wedding days too.
Despite all of the drama and unexpected hiccups, the night was magical and we really had the time of our lives. We got more “this was the BEST wedding I’ve ever been to!” comments than we could keep track of and Greg and I felt exactly the same way.
A word of warning for any Jewish brides out there: being lifted up in the chair during the Hora was one of the most petrifying moments of my life. I’ve ridden rollercoasters, gone white water rafting and rappelled down the sides of mountains. But by far, that chair was the most terrifying 78 seconds of my life. I won’t EVER be
doing that again.