Wednesday, January 31, 2007
eSuitor and I are having all sorts of conversations about our wedding. One of the topics we're discussing is whether or not to see each other before the wedding on our big day. The reason for seeing each other before the wedding would be so that we could take all posed pictures with family and wedding party before the wedding, thus not making our guests wait too long at the reception before we get there. In doing so, however, we wouldn't have that moment of seeing each other for the first time as I'm walking down the aisle. We are entertaining two options:
1.) To peek: Have a moment of our own, just the two of us before the wedding. He can see me in my dress and we can have a moment together. We can take all of our posed pictures before the wedding, and get to the reception in a timely manner.
2.) Not to peek: The first time to see each other that day would be as I'm walking down the aisle. Take posed pictures after the wedding, and make our wedding guests wait on us for a bit at the reception.
I realize that there is not a right or a wrong way to do it, and honestly, as I write about it, I'm kind of embarrassed that this is making it on my blog. I would like your opinion on how you did things at your wedding, and if you have a strong opinion about this. Please don't tell me to do whatever we want to do because, truth be told, we have two different opinions on this. However, we're keeping open minds and want to pool all readers as to what they did and if they are glad they did it the way the chose.
And now, kind readers, please opine.
Note: eSuitor is making a special request that any readers in the Connecticut contingency please comment on this! :)
Photo found here.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Isn’t Jeeves cute? He’s a happy, helpful little butler.
Butler. Isn’t Annie a great musical? “When you wake, ring for Drake. Drake will bring your tray.”
I love lap desks.
And breakfast in bed.
Bananas and nutella.
Nutella should be its own food group.
Why are all the yummy foods so bad for you? If the yummy foods were good for you, I’d be soooo skinny!
What’s so great about skinny anyway? I think I like my bodacious bod.
Stick figures are scary.
Remember when Mike Myers sang his beat poetry in So I Married an Axe Murder... “Woman. Whoa, Man. W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wo-man.” He’s funny.
Austin Powers was genius, too. Not everyone sees his genius in that role, but trust me, he was freakin’ genius.
Einstein was genius, too, but in a totally different way. I think I admire Einstein more for his philosophical quotes about life than I do for his scientific discoveries, though both are notable.
Creativity means more to me than science.
High school science classes were borrrrrrrrring. Physics was better than chemistry, though, because I think it appeals a bit more to the right side of the brain.
My high school physics teacher had a bowling ball suspended on a rope that hung from the ceiling.
Bowling is fun—especially on birthdays.
Bowling shoes were one of my favorite fashion trends. They have classic lines.
What, you don’t believe me? Just Ask Jeeves! (Oh, wait, a minute, you can't! I just went to his website, and get this!...Jeeves was retired a year ago! Now AskJeeves.com is simply Ask.com So sad.)
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Have. to. cry.
You have to be there b4 you get there...
Don't stress it, be in the moment
and trust the true experience.
Oh, and as a side note...Martin Scorsese will
be a special guest tonight.
Just a joke...it's actually Mr Speilberg. :-)
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh, as seen in the MoMA, NYC. Photo found here.
What struck me most about the painting was its texture. You could see the brush strokes cutting through thick, chunky oil paint. That's why I liked the close up photo (which I found here) that I used for my header. It lets you appreciate a portion of the entire painting and the richness of it's intricacies.
I hope you like it, too!
Friday, January 19, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
I have had my wedding dress since 2003.
And now, the story of what insiders up to this point have simply referred to as The Dress.
I first met my wedding dress in 2002. I had recently moved to Zaragoza, Spain, and I was taking a stroll down the city's main street, Paseo de la Independencia. It is a lovely, urban street lined with European architectural gems, wide pedestrian sidewalks, and indoor/outdoor cafes. It also has an El Corte Ingles and several specialty shops. One of these shops is Cymbeline, a French design house of wedding dresses.
The beautiful Paseo de la Independencia. Who wouldn't want to go shopping here?
As I was moseying down Independencia one September day, I glanced at the window of Cymbeline. There in the window was The Dress. It was love at first sight. I just saw it and thought, "That's my wedding dress." It is a beautiful creation that I can't describe in too much detail, because eSuitor is reading this. I can say, however, that it is a winter wedding dress, and if Narnia had a good queen, she would wear something like this.
Considering that eSuitor was merely a prayer request at the time, it didn't make a lot of sense to entertain the thought of buying the dress, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Whenever I was on Independencia, I would stop at the window to visit my dress. I would introduce the dress to friends, and I even walked into the store with my best friend, Anne to show it to her once they took it out of the window.
The following May, my mom and John (my stepdad, who nicknamed me "Starshine") came to Zaragoza to visit me. I told them about the dress and how much I liked it, and they said they wanted to go see it. So we took a field trip to Cymbeline, and they suggested that I try it on. We all fell in love with it. I brought my dear friend Laura there and tried it on for her, and she burst into tears. The general consensus was BUY IT! So in a joint effort, Mom and John, my Dad, and I split the cost of the dress three ways, and I ordered the dress in my size. The store on Independencia sent the order to Paris and said it would arrive sometime in July.
In mid-July, I got a call from my mom's best friend that I should come home ASAP. John had been fighting a years-long battle with cancer, and the end was near. Within 24 hours, I packed up all my stuff, drove with some friends to Barcelona, and was on a plane home to Texas. One of the suitcases I brought home with me contained my wedding dress. As soon as I got home, and greeted my family, John wanted to see the dress. I put it on, and we took pictures together, since I knew we wouldn't have that opportunity on my wedding day. He died one week later. (The above photo is one that was taken the day I got home from Spain. I framed it and added a note about it, which was displayed on my wedding day.)
I will always treasure that moment, and I'm so happy to have those photos. As I'm walking down the aisle on a hot Texas day in June, I'll be wearing my winter wedding dress, and John will be there with me.
I wish John could have met eSuitor. He would have been very happy that I'm marrying such a great guy. I do believe he is rejoicing with me in Heaven! Yea, Johnny!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Be still and know that I am God.
Be still and know that I am.
Be still and know that.
Be still and know.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
The Intimate Mystery by Dan Allender and Tremper Longman is a thin book and an enjoyable read that basically answers the question "What is marriage?" What I liked most about this book is that it isn't at all a black-and-white approach, giving pat answers and wrapping them up in a bow. It acknowledges the complexity of a man and a woman and the mystery and wonder that ensues when the two are united as one in marriage. The authors also discuss marriage as God's design and that it is His plan to use marriage to draw us closer to Him. Quite beautiful, actually.
Rather than give a long book report, I thought I would close with my favorite passage of the book. It comes from a chapter entitled, "Connecting Communication".
A marriage is a womb of stories. This matrix generates new lives and stories, and in it old stories are brought to a point of completion and redemption. A couple will never become wed in the fullest sense of the word until they become each other's favorite stroyteller and listener.
Stories are meant to run the gamut from a glimpse into the day's activities, to mythic tall tales of one's family's origin, to the glories and tragedies of ones' personal and corporate past. In our culture a family is inevitably surrounded by stories as the television drones its tiresome fare, DVDs are replayed and music hints at stories embedded in its lyrics. We can't escape stories, nor would we want to, but few married couples make use of their stories for the sake of intertwining their souls....
The intertwining of stories past and present brings the deepest sense of closeness we will feel with another human being. If we deprive one another of significant stories, then we also keep our souls from being woven together.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
I am from hugs, God bless yous, and I love yous. I am from the tree house in my backyard, from walkie-talkies, and playing “spy”. I am from the hibiscus flower, a descendant of the hibiscus king. I am from one present before bed on Christmas Eve and sister talks on cell phones, from Dede and Grampy, and Berta and Grampa. I am from divorce and let’s stick together. From you are special today, don’t you talk back young lady, where’s my hug?, and ¡guapa, tranquila! I am from Jesus loves you and believing it with all my heart. I'm from Kansas City and Texas, California and the Northeast. From sourdough bread and warm soup when it’s cold, and Tex-Mex all year long. From the triumphant trio, the postman, the Helena Rubenstein cosmetics salesman, the rodeo cowboy, and the stay at home mom. I am from old family photos that I recently discovered, scrabble games in front of the fire, Irish songs I’ve never heard and Irish blessings I’ve only read, from spunk and gumption, from passion and dreams, and the greatest of these is Love.
Description of photos from top to bottom:
-My grandmother Berta and her family. She is the second smallest child in the line-up.
-My sister, Dad, and me.
-My mom's side of the family plus my brother-in-law and eSuitor (now my fiancé!).