The centerpieces were put together. Daffodils, dozens of them . . put together by my mom and my sister in laws Mary and Heidi. In 1978 the daffodils were blooming everywhere. We had a early spring I suppose. Funny no one mentioned global warming that year.
The groom and his men decorated the cars. Terry and I were looking at these pictures together this morning and having a good chuckle at the wedding cars. Back then, the car needed to be clean and have copious amounts of plastic flowers attached and we were happy. We made those wedding car flowers ourselves. We spent evening after evening making flowers. It was probably my mom's idea to keep us in a state of purity before the wedding. No idle hands for us.
The samsonite luggage was put into Terry's Camaro. We sold that Camaro later when the family arrived. Funny how that happens. For some reason, there was a huge effort put into finding the bride and grooms get a way car. We hid it the day before at the back of my brother and sister in laws property. We were so relieved to see that no one tampered with Terry's car. That would have not been a good start to the honeymoon. If you know Terry you will smile and agree that would be important. I can count the number of times I've gotten into a dirty vehicle to go to church.
Terry had finished the banner for the reception. He hand drew those letters and carefully cut them out. It took him many evenings. Another one of my mom's no idle hands ideas. We picked the same motto as my mom and dad had when they got married. I even walked down the aisle to the same rendition of The Lord is My Shepherd. You can't get much for sentimental than that.
The wedding cake that I still today think is beautiful was delivered. My mom made the fruit cake which was later stored in our freezer. I wonder who ate it?
We had the rehearsal dinner at the same Chinese food restaurant that Terry proposed marriage. We still eat there sometimes just for the memories.
After that, I went home to the last night that I would sleep in that single bed. Never ever since that day have I chosen to spend even one night at my parents just for the fun of it. They never invited me. I never asked to come. No regrets, not this girl. I should mention that we always lived in the same town as my parents so there was no obvious reason for them to invite me over for the night. They knew that night that they were giving their little girl to another . . . (to a 19 year old no less . . they must have been a bit nervous). So many times I've been amazed at the wisdom that they had. I suppose by the time your 5th child gets married, you figure a few things out. We thought about that many times since we too gave our blessing for our sons to be married. Tomorrow will be our anniversary, come back for a visit and I'll give you a peek at my groom.