wedding jitters
Thursday, March 22, 2007 at 01:50PM 
I don't remember having "jitters" on my Big Day five years ago (ok, five months shy of 5). Jim did. In fact, he threw up the morning of. I'd love to say it was the product of nervous anticipation, raging excitement at the thought of Me for now & all eternity. Nope. Was it the tux? No, no, he wore it well. It was the pond. The pond that he, his brothers, his dad, had designed and labored over for months. His baby. He was worried we would return from the ceremony to a pond-flooded backyard. We didn't. And his focus did eventually turn to me.
This weekend is Jenna's wedding, and somehow I feel jitter angst. In two days. Right now rain is pounding, Pounding at my window. Thunder is vying loudly in competitive attention-seeking. And the Saturday reception is outside. I know weather changes quickly, right? The yard looks amazing, trees wrapped in light, black & white checkerboard dancefloor on its way, black & white everywhere in fact (her dress is all white with a gorgeous, big, black satin ribbon at the waist, draping -bowless- to the ground). I'm blissfully wearing all black, dreaming of strappy shoes to add, but perhaps settling for galoshes.
My mother-in-law has become fast friends with Channel 12's Bill Kelly, mad dashing e-mails to & fro. He assures that Saturday night will be fine. In fact, last night when the "weekend weather" time came on t.v., he looked straight at the camera and promised beautiful conditions for "anyone who might be having an outside party on Saturday night". I love that.
Yes, though the rain & thunder continue on this Thursday afternoon and are likely tomorrow as well, I'll happily leave those worries to Bill & Kay. Jim's jitters were a pond. My pond is a cake. It's all about the cake...and it has been for the past two weeks (my perpetual kitchen mess seriously tells the story well).
...and finally I understand my Jim. The pond was his creative genuis - his design, labor, pride. I feel the same about the cake...my first wedding cake...Jenna's only wedding cake. I truly like my design, and I've practiced my way through the kinks (thank you to my brilliant artist mother), but my nerves are all over as I pray for perfection.
I'll make five batches of fondant tonight, then the real deal comes tomorrow. Nerves will ebb & flow as I pipe & pipe & pipe. Then it will be done. But not really. I think my jitters will only end when the happy couple slices & partakes. My Focus will then rest appropriately on my three men, who I hope to join on the black & white checkerboard (whether in galoshes or straps)...jitterless.
Reader Comments (26)
I love the story about the weatherman, that's classic!
I can't wait to see what you created, but I know it will be a thing of beauty. Cyndee is not the only artist involved, my friend. I hope you can enjoy the day, still. And I hope the weather cooperates. I believe the odds are in your favor. I love that Kay has made friends with the weather man, and I really love that he had a special message just for her.
Oh, and hi Jim! Thanks for reading :).
matty made our wedding cake. hindsight? what were we thinking?!? i don't think that he threw up, but the tension level was right up there!!
That's so cute about the weather man and your mother-in-law!