
I was young. I was self-centered. I was overwhelmed with the wedding planning process. And quite frankly, I thought it was silly for him to wear a kilt.
I later realized (with my maturity) that our wedding probably would have been much more personal, much more meaningful and much more memorable than my cookie-cutter tuxedo concept that I forced him into.
My husband is Scottish, an Anderson, and so am I, a McGregor. I look back and ideas flood into my head to create a signature, personal cultural wedding. I imagine my husband in his family tartan, the rest of the guys in traditional tuxes or the national tartan. My girls could have worn a coordinating dress, with our fresh bouquets hand tied with the tartan ribbon. Instead they wore dusky lavender dresses that I thought were gorgeous. The color, was not flattering on anyone. I wouldn't budge.
I insisted on a solo violinist. Deep in the garden. He was incredible- a friend since the 7th grade. I certainly don't regret him, but it would have been fun to have a bagpiper piping from across the lake.
Our favors could have been shortbread cookies, or something thematic instead of those ridiculous crystal candle holders. We could have featured a really great Scotch at the bar. We could have done so much.
I realize now what it truly means to have a personal, custom, signature wedding. Let me help you to create yours, with no regrets.
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