My Little Girl
By Joanie Buettgen
All mothers dream of their daughter’s wedding day. Typically, the average ceremony takes a year to plan and prepare. Last summer, we knew, we needed the expertise of a planner. It was our hope and dream to have a lovely and uneventful day.
The day started out with black skies and threatening storms. An old wives tale states, If it rains on your wedding day, it’s good luck. So after the storms stopped, baby blue skies appeared.
Then there was a knock at the door.
A white-haired gentleman appeared and introduced himself as our driver. I noticed that he had parked a green and white trolley on the street. It was complete with vintage detailing, wooden seats and full of charm. This vehicle would transport the bride and her maids to the church. I followed close behind the trolley to make sure I got to the church on time. Typically, this route would have taken ten minutes on the freeway. Today the road was a parking lot. Our driver was then directed to take all the side roads leading to the church. This route caused us to be 30 minutes late.
We finally arrived at the ceremony site for some quick photos. Then we were rushed into a secret room. Rene’ (my daughter) didn’t want Jim to see her before she walked down the aisle. As the guests arrived, they were greeted and handed paper fan programs. The temperature was 93 degrees and humid.
After the bridal party had made their entrance, the ceremony began. As it progressed I noticed Joe, the best man, sweating profusely. Jim, the groom, kept glancing back and forth at his best friend. Suddenly, Joe collapsed. All of the groomsmen rushed to his side and offered him water. After a few minutes, they dashed Joe out to a cool hallway.
The wedding ceremony and the bridal party tried to continue.
Then Karrie, the maid of honor, blacked out. She was rushed out by the Kassie, the matron of honor, who was five months pregnant. After a cool drink, the matrons returned to their spot.
Finally, Rene’ and Jim were pronounced man and wife. Then they headed out to sign their marriage certificate. At the altar, the matron of honor and maid of honor grabbed the only groomsmen left, and with huge smiles on all of their faces, they walked out.
In the lobby, our guests waited for the paramedics to transported Joe to the hospital. We found out later that he was diabetic, and had not consumed any food or water. Joe never did make it back to the reception.
We arrived at the venue, and greeted with table lines in cool summer colors of lemon yellow, lime green, and fuschia. The tables were decorated with tall, white coach lanterns with bright green pillar candles. They were tied with hot pink ribbon, and they had wooden table numbers glued to the ribbon. It was so hot that even in the air-conditioned room the wooden numbers fell off.
At a reception table, there was a three-tiered cupcake station. It was complete with white, footed, ceramic stands tied with bright pink ribbon. And off to one side, were cute boxes tied with lime green and yellow ribbon. These cupcakes were gifts, for our guests, to take home and enjoy.
As the happy couple entered the room, Rene’ asked, “The cupcakes don’t resemble what I had picked out.”
Her mother-in-law, Kim stated, “We had an emergency. Tom (the baker) was found unconscious at his apartment and was rushed to the hospital. So, we had another baker step in yesterday, and they baked and decorated these.”
All night long we all line-danced, drank wine, and toasted the lovely couple.
After their honeymoon we had a gift opening. Many close family members were present and we all shared the drama that had occurred that day.
My tears flowed easily as we said our good byes and drove away.
Sadly, the next day they were headed back to South Dakota to start their new life together.
A week has passed and all the decorations and her dress are being stored for the time being. It was then that I re-read the card that Rene’ gave us. She literally handed Mark and I this memory card, as she was about to walk down the aisle.
It read: I know that you’ve been thinking about this day your entire life and now it is here. Thank you for a strong example of what it takes to have successful marriage. And lastly, thank you for being with me today. Your little girl, Rene’.
Joanie Buettgen is “Just another columnist trying out this new stuff.”
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