It's Our Wedding!

You’ll notice that I talk about Mom Hydrangea a lot in my posts. There are several reasons for this, so I’ll try to condense the full story.

Mom H was married to my father when they were really young. As most of us would say now, it was a shotgun wedding. From that came my parents’ first family: my two brothers. When my brothers were 15 and 17, Mom H became pregnant with yours truly.

My parents like to call me their second family. For most of my life my brothers were out of the house and off doing their own thing. Sure they came home for holidays and occasionally moved in for a short amount of time, but we didn’t grow up with each other as most siblings do. Because of this, I became very close to my mom. I always had her undivided attention and we did everything together.

When I got engaged, the question of who would be my Maid of Honor was not a hard one: I wanted Mom H. After meeting with our soon to be wedding planners one evening, Mom H and I went to dinner and the discussion of what she would wear came up. She really wanted to wear navy blue as it’s her favorite color and really looks good on her. At this point, I had to let her know.

I was hoping to plan something special to ask my mom to be in my wedding, but, unfortunately, this was not to be. I asked her then and there if she would be my Matron of Honor. After all, no matter how great some of my best girlfriends are, they have never been through as much with me - watched me grow up, talked to me at least several times daily and put up with me for 26 years like Mom H has (and that’s no easy thing)!

So I broke the news that navy was not an option…but that black was.

Last weekend, Mom H and I went shopping for her dress. We looked and looked and were about to give up in frustration, when we found this:

As she debated whether or not she should get it, and I told her it was worth it, she turned to me and said, “Well this is OUR wedding!” It couldn’t be more true. Because she never got to have a wedding of her own, because she is my Matron of Honor, because she helps me with everything and because I love her so much, it really is OUR wedding. Sorry Mr. H.