It’s not my wedding day. But it is the fourth Saturday in April and three years ago, it was my wedding day.
No–today is LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER day. The preparations feel the same!
Last night was the “rehearsal dinner” also known as our first Passover Seder, staying up way past all of our bedtimes.
This morning (and unlike my wedding day): gym and Starbucks first.
Then everything else is very much the same: to get hair and makeup done, get dressed (maybe at home, maybe at the venue), take lots of photos, wait around and get nervous and anxious then at 2pm (our wedding was 3pm, but this is central time so it translates to 3pm eastern) it is showtime.
I do not remember crying at our wedding. I don’t suspect I will today either. At least, not during my reading.
There are other similarities: our wedding day featured Holy Trinity as does my story, my story features our actual rehearsal dinner location Acadiana but I remember laughing about the hiccups of our wedding day in that very moment whereas my story today is basically the complete opposite, about that comedy of not-so-funny errors a year ago, on my first Mother’s Day.
Our classic car overheated? That’s hysterical! Let’s hail a smelly DC cab with the transmission ready to fall out to the reception.
SO HAPPY!!! But that is not the story I read today. Wish me luck. I read first in the show. But know you are also coming with me.
“I bring everyone who has ever been kind to me with me. Black, white, Asian, Spanish-speaking, Native American, gay, straight, everybody. I said, ‘Come on with me. I’m going on the stage. Come with me. I need you now.’”