Shotgun wedding
As of tomorrow, my husband and I will have been married for 1 year and 5 months. This is just a drop in the pan considering we’ve actually been together for over 12 years. If my mother hadn’t pushed us to get married (I was 3 months pregnant with my son) we probably wouldn’t have done it. I mean we loved each other and were committed to each other, I guess we just didn’t feel the need to get married. Which is actually funny since I, like most every other girl out there had dreamt about my perfect wedding. From the wedding invitations to the flowers to the reception and the honeymoon I had daydreamed about it since I was a little girl.
The longer my hubby and I spent not dealing with the marriage possibility the less I figured it would ever happen for me and I pretty much gave up the dream. My mother just couldn’t deal with my baby being born to parents who weren’t married, so she got right down to planning. Being pregnant (totally planned mind you), we didn’t have the time to order special wedding invites or anything. In fact I think my mum just called around to invite the guests. I had one of the smallest weddings ever I’m sure. Would you believe that there were only 14 guests? Talk about an intimate service!
Much to my surprise, even with the tiny rushed ceremony I managed to have 2 large bridal showers. I was absolutely floored by the stuff I got. The unfortunate thing about receiving lots of gifts is all the thank you cards I had to write in return. I swear I still have writers cramp!
