Oh the wedding. The wedding we’ve all been anticipating for months. The wedding of probably my closest cousin to a lovely woman. Honestly, it was all pretty nice. It was only the second wedding I’ve ever been to. I enjoyed this one much more. Then again... I’m about six years older.
Unfortunately it was raining all night and all morning so they had to move the wedding indoors. It was still really pretty. My mom, sister, sister’s boyfriend and me had to stand in for bridesmaids while they were setting up. I participated! The ceremony was pretty short which turned out to be a good thing. The judge who was performing the ceremony never told us to sit down. So everyone just stood through the whole thing. Thank GOD I wasn’t in heels and I’d had the presence of mind to wear my brace. I think my cousin got a little misty.
The reception afterward was also nice. We each got a jar of raspberry jam as a party favour. Confused? It’s kind of clever actually. My cousin’s last name is Laframboise which translates to well... “the raspberry” in English. So there were raspberries on the invitations, the favours, in the food. During the dinner, I got to sit with a bunch of my cousins and my sister. One of my cousins was drunk off his ass before he sat down. I think my sister got a little tipsy as well. And while I was more than ready to leave by the time we finally did, I feel bad for my sister’s boyfriend. It was his first time being introduced to our family. It’s an intimidating experience. There are a lot of us. Poor guy.
I will admit... when it was time for the bride and groom to do their speeches, I got a little misty as well. They addressed their parents, their new in laws, their groomsmen, bridesmaids and finally, each other. It took a while but it was really touching. If anyone in my family finds out about this I will never live it down, but I think that was my favourite part. And as a surprise, my cousin revealed that he was taking his wife to Paris for their honeymoon. She was an art student so she was pretty shocked and excited.
We stayed for the first few dances. I only narrowly avoided dancing with one of my cousins. He promised me he “had moves” and “would hold me close.” I looked at him and asked if that was supposed to be incentive. A chant was practically started to get me on the dance floor with him, but by then I was just having too much fun messing with him. My sister provided me with an out and I gladly went pee. He was gone when I got back.
I’m now home, tired, my foot is sore, but happy. Some parts were harder to take than others. A few of the readings and speeches made me think of someone I love very much but can’t be with in any capacity. On the upside, my cousin and his new wife met when they were twelve, tried dating a few time and it never worked out until a few years ago when they started dating again and stayed together. And they truly do fit together. So... glass half full?