Mother/Daughter Bridezilla Team
Posted
Saturday, January 19, 2008 6:07 AM
Indulge me for a moment, in a memory.
Early High School, my best friend and I are walking home from the bus stop. We see a white car drive by with a "Just Married" sign on the back.
"That was your mom!" My friend points out the obvious.
"My mom didn't get married today, that's impossible!" I'm deep in denial.
We walk home, and sure enough, the Just Married Car is parked in my driveway. Turns out my mom and her boyfriend (of like, 10 years) were sitting in the bar and met some biker who said he was licensed to perform marriages. So, they shot back some tequila shots, hopped off their stools, and got married in the guy's driveway. My mom's wedding picture is taken on a disposable camera, she's wearing a white Tshirt and jean shorts, he's wearing blue jeans and they're both smiling big, dopey grins.
Back to today. This is every bit our wedding as much as it is my mother's wedding. This is the wedding she is going to plan, execute, pay for, and host. My step-father made a comment about my mom only talking wedding-talk lately and she jumped all over him, nicely of course. She said he better get used to it because it's only going to get worse. I come to visit her and there is a huge box that she's been throwing wedding things in: candle holders, decorations, vases, magazines, catalogs. I don't know if it's our addictive personalities, our attention to detail, or our pet project, but wedding planning is slowly taking over our lives. And we're both totally okay with that.
I get the wedding of my dreams. And so does my mother.