Wedding Rings

Wedding Summary-Ivette and Joel

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Heather, please do!  I love the wedding summaries, too. I promise, I will write mine and post it sometime in September, after our Aug. wedding….. Gwen >Thanks for posting your wedding summary.  When I first found this >newsgroup, there was a summary every week or so and no they seem to be few and

far between.  You have inspired me to start typing up my own (maybe I’ll even get around to posting it!) >Your day sounded beautiful and I hope that you two live a long, healthy,

happy life together. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->Best wishes, >Heather (& Greg) >October 11, 1997

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Ivette & Joel, Thanks for posting the summary of your wedding; it sounds like you had a truly beautiful & memorable day.  My favorite detail was: > A good friend >of mine had run out to three different florists until he found white >tulips (which he knew are my favorites) and he brought them to me, tied >with a white ribbon.  Those three tulips meant more to me than the most >beautiful bouquet.

What a lovely thing for your friend to do! Best of luck to you both, Becky

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Well hello everyone! We’re back from our honeymoon (which was heavenly, more on that in a separate post).  Thought I would post my wedding summary now, while everything is really fresh in my mind.  It was a perfect day, in spite of one rather large problem.  Here goes: The morning of the wedding the weather proved to be beautiful.  I mean really beautiful!  One of those crystal clear, low humidity days when everything sparkles, breezy, and the temperature was 70-75.  Perfect. My father told me later that that was my mother smiling down on us.  I liked that idea.   The hair dresser arrived a little early, which was great.  We went to work right away.  He was a treasure because not only did he do my hair beautifully, he stuck around and helped me finish dressing, put the veil on the headpiece and even helped me into the limo!  He also did Kristi (my MOH)’s hair and did a great job.  I felt really, really pretty in my dress, and very comfortable.  Did my own makeup.  Wore my great grandmother’s diamond drop earrings and kidskin gloves as the only ornamentation for my simple silk satin ballgown.  I also carried the white linen handkerchief with the little blue embroidered flowers that Joel had bought me so long ago. My father and I rode to the church in our hired car (an ivory 1957 Bentley – very fun).  We arrived about 20 minutes early, but I had intended to just wait quietly in the chapel until it was time for the service.  When we arrived, my friend Doris (who was the person in charge for the day) suggested that we should go for a little drive since it was so early.  I had a feeling that something was wrong, but didn’t worry about it.  So my Dad and I had a nice little drive about town in the were no flowers.  Believe it or not, I didn’t get upset!  (I still can’t believe how well I reacted, in fact everyone was amazed).  Sure I was disappointed, but I was just so happy and excited and so ready to marry Joel, that I guess I just refused to let it spoil anything.  So many wonderful things were happening.  People were coming up to me to tell me how beautiful I looked, a friend from Jerusalem (a priest) was able to attend the wedding at the last minute and co-officiate.  A good friend of mine had run out to three different florists until he found white tulips (which he knew are my favorites) and he brought them to me, tied with a white ribbon.  Those three tulips meant more to me than the most beautiful bouquet.  Finally, Joel’s mother came to me and I just blurted out "All I want to do is marry Joel, I don’t care about the flowers." And I really didn’t.  The absence of the flowers put everything into perspective for me.  So, I walked down the aisle with my tulips and Kristi walked down with nothing, and looked beautiful anyway.  My biggest concern were the flowers we were supposed to place on what would have been my mother’s chair.  The priest gave my brother a rosary and a bell, and he placed that in her place instead.  The processional was "Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring." The ceremony was lovely and very personal.  We had a very traditional, full Catholic Mass.  My uncle, a priest, officiated with the assistance of our friend from Jerusalem.  We had taken great care in selecting the readings and it really showed because they really reflected us, and everyone picked up on it.  We had a cousin, close friend, and my brother do the readings.  During the eucharist, we wore an antique wedding mantilla.  I can’t wait to see the pictures of that.  Niether Joel nor I cried, which really surprised both of us.  He looked so handsome in his uniform.  I remember every step of that walk down the aisle and it seemed to last forever.  I couldn’t stop beaming.  The flower girls’ father decided that no daughter of his was going to walk down the aisle without flowers, so he pulled out some flowers from the ones that the church already had in the sanctuary (which were Spring flowers in my colors by the way, so there was some decoration in the church already). The girls walked down carrying those and I am told they were worth a million bucks, especially the older little girl and the ring boy.  I can’t wait to see the pictures.  The ring boy of course dropped the ring during the ceremony, so that was good for a chuckle as well. He was a perfectly behaved ring boy, we told him he should consider doing it professionally.  The flowers arrived halfway through the ceremony, but Doris told the guy to high tail it to the reception.  She did take my bouquet however, which she gave to Kristi and Kristi handed to me after our vows.  It was the most beautiful bouquet in the world, a hand tied nosegay of white and cream roses, with a hint of blush and lilly of the valley.  Everyone said they would have given anything to have a picture of my face when I first saw it.  Who knows?  Maybe the photographer captured it, so I had my bouquet for the rest of the ceremony. After the ceremony was over, and the organist began to play our recessional ("Ode to Joy"), Joel and I started to walk off the altar and he said "What about the kiss?? I want a kiss!"  So we stopped in the middle and kissed and everyone just roared with happy laughter.  Then we walked down the aisle and had our "receiving" line at the church.  From there, everyone convoyed to the reception, behind us in the Bentley. This was lots of fun.  Everyone on the road would wave and honk their horns, it was very nice.  Joel and I were happy to have the 25 minutes alone together in the car. When we got to the reception (in a beautiful Georgian mansion), several guests had already arrived and had their champagne glasses (we served Domaine Chandon during cocktails).  The caterer was passing hors d’ouevres and trays of champagne on the terrace and in the gardens.  Big band music was playing in the background.  I had so much fun listening to it while taking pictures.  There was also a bar with wine, beer, soft drinks, sparkling water etc.  We took about 35 minutes for some formal pictures in front of the house and in the gardens, which were blooming to the point of bursting with tulips, peonies, ranunculus, dogwoods, azaleas, lilacs.  It was incredible, and the day just kept getting prettier and prettier.  Everyone kept saying how we just couldn’t have asked for better weather.  Joel and I went to the dressing rooms and took off my veil, and he bustled my gown for me.  We got to spend about 10 minutes with everyone during the cocktail hour, then we went in for dinner. The tables were beautiful, our caterer really did a great job.  The flowers for the reception had arrived in plenty of time and were exquisite. By the way, what happened was that the delivery person apparently overslept.  Inexcusable, our florist is terribly embarrassed and ashamed and will make it right.  We actually feel bad for him as well.  We have used him for a long time, and have no intention of holding this against him.  Anyway, the flowers were just beautiful, as is always the case with him.  My mother had managed to finish crocheting these baskets just before she died and he filled them with spring blooms in pink and lavender.  We also had a favor table with smaller baskets filled with Jordan almonds (which my mother had also made).  People had found their placecards in the foyer as they entered the mansion.  They were small, gilt edged cards with envelopes.  Joel’s mother had made numbers for the tables out of wood and painted them. They were very pretty.  Each table setting had a menu, which I had hand written, also on a gilt edged card (these took forever!  but were really appreciated by the guests so were well worth it).   We dined in the large parlor of the house.  There was a fireplace in the room and on the mantle we had placed five framed photographs of our parents’ and siblings’ weddings.  We are the "last to go."  The first course was a lobster bisque which we served with a Kendall Jackson Chardonnay.  Yummmmm.  After this course, Joel and I went around and visited the four other tables (our reception was small, 50 guests). Then the main course came out.  We had French service and I am very glad we did, everyone commented on it later.  Rack of spring lamb with rosemary-cassis sauce, asparagus with bernaise, and roasted potatoes. There were fresh rolls of several varieties. Served this with a Fetzer Merlot.  Finally, out came the Champgne Veuve Clicquot Demi-Sec and Joel and I prepared to cut the cake.  Joel’s Dad (the BM) made a very nice, short toast in which he wished us as many years of happiness as our respective parents had enjoyed, then we cut the cake with Joel’s Marine sword.  This was really fun.  The cake was served on plates painted with a dark chocolate grid with some squares filled with raspberry and lemon coulis and garnished with candied violets and fresh raspberries.  The cake was lemon with lemon curd and fresh raspberry fillings.  The cake fondant was GREEN, by the way.  A lovely soft, pastel green with pink sugar roses.  You really had to see it, it was lovely. After dessert, everyone was invited out on the terrace for coffee.  A lovely coffee service was set up with white chocolate covered strawberries, and gourmet cookies.  I was happy to see that even after all the food, people still couldn’t resist the last goodies.  The bar reopened and we had our first dance ("At Last" by Nat King Cole). Everyone joined us and the rest of the afternoon was filled with dancing to some Cuban and some country music.  Everyone seemed to be having a terrific time.  Even my father danced!!  Which made me happier than anything to see him recover from his sadness at the ceremony from missing my mother.  He really seemed to be having fun.   After a while, Joel and I went to change into our getaway clothes, returned and had our last dance ("Love is all Around").  Then we took a couple of shots with all 50 of the wedding guests. … read more »

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Congratulations!  Your wedding sounded absolutely beautiful and very meaningful as well. Let’s see if we can get more summaries posted! kellie (married to mark, 12/7/96) – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->Well hello everyone! >We’re back from our honeymoon (which was heavenly, more on that in a >separate post).  Thought I would post my wedding summary now, while >everything is really fresh in my mind.  It was a perfect day, in spite >of one rather large problem.  Here goes: >The morning of the wedding the weather proved to be beautiful.  I mean >really beautiful!  One of those crystal clear, low humidity days when >everything sparkles, breezy, and the temperature was 70-75.  Perfect. >My father told me later that that was my mother smiling down on us.  I >liked that idea.   >The hair dresser arrived a little early, which was great.  We went to >work right away.  He was a treasure because not only did he do my hair >beautifully, he stuck around and helped me finish dressing, put the veil >on the headpiece and even helped me into the limo!  He also did Kristi >(my MOH)’s hair and did a great job.  I felt really, really pretty in my >dress, and very comfortable.  Did my own makeup.  Wore my great >grandmother’s diamond drop earrings and kidskin gloves as the only >ornamentation for my simple silk satin ballgown.  I also carried the >white linen handkerchief with the little blue embroidered flowers that >Joel had bought me so long ago. >My father and I rode to the church in our hired car (an ivory 1957 >Bentley – very fun).  We arrived about 20 minutes early, but I had >intended to just wait quietly in the chapel until it was time for the >service.  When we arrived, my friend Doris (who was the person in charge >for the day) suggested that we should go for a little drive since it was >so early.  I had a feeling that something was wrong, but didn’t worry >about it.  So my Dad and I had a nice little drive about town in the >were no flowers.  Believe it or not, I didn’t get upset!  (I still can’t >believe how well I reacted, in fact everyone was amazed).  Sure I was >disappointed, but I was just so happy and excited and so ready to marry >Joel, that I guess I just refused to let it spoil anything.  So many >wonderful things were happening.  People were coming up to me to tell me >how beautiful I looked, a friend from Jerusalem (a priest) was able to >attend the wedding at the last minute and co-officiate.  A good friend >of mine had run out to three different florists until he found white >tulips (which he knew are my favorites) and he brought them to me, tied >with a white ribbon.  Those three tulips meant more to me than the most >beautiful bouquet.  Finally, Joel’s mother came to me and I just blurted >out "All I want to do is marry Joel, I don’t care about the flowers." >And I really didn’t.  The absence of the flowers put everything into >perspective for me.  So, I walked down the aisle with my tulips and >Kristi walked down with nothing, and looked beautiful anyway.  My >biggest concern were the flowers we were supposed to place on what would >have been my mother’s chair.  The priest gave my brother a rosary and a >bell, and he placed that in her place instead.  The processional was >"Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring." >The ceremony was lovely and very personal.  We had a very traditional, >full Catholic Mass.  My uncle, a priest, officiated with the assistance >of our friend from Jerusalem.  We had taken great care in selecting the >readings and it really showed because they really reflected us, and >everyone picked up on it.  We had a cousin, close friend, and my brother >do the readings.  During the eucharist, we wore an antique wedding >mantilla.  I can’t wait to see the pictures of that.  Niether Joel nor I >cried, which really surprised both of us.  He looked so handsome in his >uniform.  I remember every step of that walk down the aisle and it >seemed to last forever.  I couldn’t stop beaming.  The flower girls’ >father decided that no daughter of his was going to walk down the aisle >without flowers, so he pulled out some flowers from the ones that the >church already had in the sanctuary (which were Spring flowers in my >colors by the way, so there was some decoration in the church already). >The girls walked down carrying those and I am told they were worth a >million bucks, especially the older little girl and the ring boy.  I >can’t wait to see the pictures.  The ring boy of course dropped the ring >during the ceremony, so that was good for a chuckle as well. He was a >perfectly behaved ring boy, we told him he should consider doing it >professionally.  The flowers arrived halfway through the ceremony, but >Doris told the guy to high tail it to the reception.  She did take my >bouquet however, which she gave to Kristi and Kristi handed to me after >our vows.  It was the most beautiful bouquet in the world, a hand tied >nosegay of white and cream roses, with a hint of blush and lilly of the >valley.  Everyone said they would have given anything to have a picture >of my face when I first saw it.  Who knows?  Maybe the photographer >captured it, so I had my bouquet for the rest of the ceremony. >After the ceremony was over, and the organist began to play our >recessional ("Ode to Joy"), Joel and I started to walk off the altar and >he said "What about the kiss?? I want a kiss!"  So we stopped in the >middle and kissed and everyone just roared with happy laughter.  Then we >walked down the aisle and had our "receiving" line at the church.  From >there, everyone convoyed to the reception, behind us in the Bentley. >This was lots of fun.  Everyone on the road would wave and honk their >horns, it was very nice.  Joel and I were happy to have the 25 minutes >alone together in the car. >When we got to the reception (in a beautiful Georgian mansion), several >guests had already arrived and had their champagne glasses (we served >Domaine Chandon during cocktails).  The caterer was passing hors >d’ouevres and trays of champagne on the terrace and in the gardens.  Big >band music was playing in the background.  I had so much fun listening >to it while taking pictures.  There was also a bar with wine, beer, soft >drinks, sparkling water etc.  We took about 35 minutes for some formal >pictures in front of the house and in the gardens, which were blooming >to the point of bursting with tulips, peonies, ranunculus, dogwoods, >azaleas, lilacs.  It was incredible, and the day just kept getting >prettier and prettier.  Everyone kept saying how we just couldn’t have >asked for better weather.  Joel and I went to the dressing rooms and >took off my veil, and he bustled my gown for me.  We got to spend about >10 minutes with everyone during the cocktail hour, then we went in for >dinner. >The tables were beautiful, our caterer really did a great job.  The >flowers for the reception had arrived in plenty of time and were >exquisite. By the way, what happened was that the delivery person >apparently overslept.  Inexcusable, our florist is terribly embarrassed >and ashamed and will make it right.  We actually feel bad for him as >well.  We have used him for a long time, and have no intention of >holding this against him.  Anyway, the flowers were just beautiful, as >is always the case with him.  My mother had managed to finish crocheting >these baskets just before she died and he filled them with spring blooms >in pink and lavender.  We also had a favor table with smaller baskets >filled with Jordan almonds (which my mother had also made).  People had >found their placecards in the foyer as they entered the mansion.  They >were small, gilt edged cards with envelopes.  Joel’s mother had made >numbers for the tables out of wood and painted them. They were very >pretty.  Each table setting had a menu, which I had hand written, also >on a gilt edged card (these took forever!  but were really appreciated >by the guests so were well worth it).   >We dined in the large parlor of the house.  There was a fireplace in the >room and on the mantle we had placed five framed photographs of our >parents’ and siblings’ weddings.  We are the "last to go."  The first >course was a lobster bisque which we served with a Kendall Jackson >Chardonnay.  Yummmmm.  After this course, Joel and I went around and >visited the four other tables (our reception was small, 50 guests). >Then the main course came out.  We had French service and I am very glad >we did, everyone commented on it later.  Rack of spring lamb with >rosemary-cassis sauce, asparagus with bernaise, and roasted potatoes. >There were fresh rolls of several varieties. Served this with a Fetzer >Merlot.  Finally, out came the Champgne Veuve Clicquot Demi-Sec and Joel >and I prepared to cut the cake.  Joel’s Dad (the BM) made a very nice, >short toast in which he wished us as many years of happiness as our >respective parents had enjoyed, then we cut the cake with Joel’s Marine >sword.  This was really fun.  The cake was served on plates painted with >a dark chocolate grid with some squares filled with raspberry and lemon >coulis and garnished with candied violets and fresh raspberries.  The >cake was lemon with lemon curd and fresh raspberry fillings.  The cake >fondant was GREEN, by the way.  A lovely soft, pastel green with pink >sugar roses.  You really had to see it, it was lovely. >After dessert, everyone was invited out on the terrace for coffee.  A >lovely coffee service was set up with white chocolate covered >strawberries, and gourmet cookies.  I was happy to see that even after >all the food, people still couldn’t resist the last goodies.  The bar >reopened and we had our first dance ("At Last" by Nat King Cole). >Everyone joined us and the rest of the afternoon was filled with dancing >to some Cuban and some country music.  Everyone

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