The Big Day

Meredith and I have decided to start our own blog about our life and love together. We felt that since our marriage is marking a whole new phase of our glorious journey through eternity, that it would also be a great topic for our first blog. Weddings have become a serious form of business in our county and as we found out everyone wants their cut. The work and details that go into your special day are not only time consuming but also very pricey. But, as both Mer and I realized as we stayed up until the very wee hours of the morning the day after our wedding recounting the details and delights of the event that we somehow pulled off; it was all worth the time (and most of the money). Our wedding journey started over a year ago with a faithful decision and trip to Kansas City, MO to see if we could find the perfect locale to join our lives and car insurance bills for eternity. After setting appointments, visiting location after location and get the run around about the prices and never ending requiem of different rules and no-no's that we would be encountering. We ran into it, The Historic Loose Mansion, it was everything that we had wanted for a venue, on site catering, historic meaning and unsurpassed beauty and class to boot. We could also bring in our own liquor which if you know anything about boozing is a big deal. With that part out of the way the stage was set. We spent the better part of three different trips from Denver to KC hashing out details and picking out decor. We even went to a remarkable tasting of the food that we would be eating, we ate so much that I was uncomfortable for two days. Not all the details were being completed in Kansas City. Mer had picked out her faithful dress and had to go to three different fitting to ensure its quality and flattering fit would be perfect for the big day. But as we found out with the wedding process what can go wrong will go wrong (guess we should have listened to Murphy and his set of laws huh!) The day that Mer was supposed to pick up that masterpiece of clothing a ominous phone call came in. "The dress she has been ruined!" it was like a 1920's Charlie Chaplin movie, chaotic and mind numbing with enough slapstick to make it almost comical. A second dress was chosen and hurriedly altered to fit. She had to wait until KC to try it on, so she would not know until about three days before our wedding if it wold fit. Low and behold it was taken in so far a wafe like super model could not get into it. By this time I am fairly sure Mer was ready to call the whole thing off and we would get married by ourselves on a mountain top or beach. But, her love for me shined through and with the help of Becky (Mer's mom and Judy my mom) they found our savior lady by the name of Donna. She did in one fitting what the other people with D' anelli Bridal could never do. The dress fit. From there everything else was gravy. Except the fact that Mer got a ticket for following a cop too close (what a Joke and the story there was quite an experience or so I hear. The Ceremony will be my next blog tomorrow. The picture attached is a little preview of the wonderful night that we shared together with or friends and family.