There are a lot of traditions around weddings. For instance, consider the popular saying, “something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.” I’m sure a dozen others will come to mind, too. … read more
Choosing whether or not to take a new last name when you get hitched is deeply personal. While some view their decision to take their partner’s last name as tradition, others see it as antiquated. Whatever camp you’re in, your name is your identity and has either been a source of pride or sometimes even a source of pain or embarrassment. … read more
Think back to the first time you visited your significant other’s parent’s house for a family gathering or holiday. You picked out a perfectly conservative yet trendy outfit, and maybe even did a quick Google search to see what was customary to bring. … read more
Yesterday, my dad reminded me that it was the 18th anniversary of his mother’s, my grandmother’s, passing. I was reminded not only of my wonderful Grandma Nancy, but also all the other important people in my life that have left us all too soon.
My mind eventually shifted to how to remember all of the grandparents we have lost at our wedding. I have always known that I would want to do something special and meaningful to commemorate our loved ones who will not be with us on our wedding day, but I have been unable to decide the best way to go about honoring loved ones.
Remembering loved ones at a wedding seems to be a difficult thing to maneuver. Balancing the desire to remember loved ones while celebrating such a joyous occasion without becoming macabre is difficult. But it is very important to us to remember these people, as they held a special place in our lives and will always hold a special place in our hearts.
Some ideas I have considered for honoring loved ones include:
Nearing the end of our reception, our DJ asked everyone who would like to participate to meet us outside on the patio for our bouquet and garter toss. This is one area of the whole reception timeline where I felt pretty confident. I used to play softball, so if I can’t throw something at somebody…well, that’d just be sad.
I know that the bouquet toss can be sensitive for some people, but I always loved doing them in other people’s weddings. In fact, Mr. Blue Moon and I caught both the bouquet and the garter at the last wedding we attended together!
So because I love all things competition, and because we knew we wouldn’t pressure anybody to participate, we decided to incorporate this tradition into our reception, and I’m so glad we did! We had a fair number of girls participating, including my three bridesmaids and several of our friends. I gave it my best toss…
OK, real talk for a second: These past three weeks or so have been the craziest maybe of my entire career. I’ve been working at a frantic pace for days and days and the work just keeps coming! If you can relate, I’m…so sorry. Anyway, I am taking a break from all of that to talk about some of the fun traditions, moments, and customs…that we’re NOT doing at our wedding.
Ready to light some sparklers at a dear friend’s send-off. Just lovely!…but we’re not doing it.
While I absolutely love tradition (I’m Catholic, after all), I also feel that couples shouldn’t follow customs simply for customs’ sake. If you don’t want to do something, don’t feel guilty about it! And personally, I really enjoy reading about the reasons people choose to do certain things (or not), so I figured I’d give a quick rundown of the traditions we have certainly enjoyed at others’ weddings, but have vetoed for ours.
Hive, I’m curious…what were, or will be, your wedding somethings?
I was determined to have my old, new, borrowed, and blue items for the wedding. I can’t even remember when I first heard the “something borrowed” rhyme, but it stuck with me and ended up being a tradition I wanted to uphold.
My something old was a pearl necklace that my dad gave to me when I graduated from university.
An amazing thing happened on the night before our wedding: I slept! OK, it was mostly because I’d slept a mere three hours on Wednesday night, but I wasn’t complaining. Despite my fears of insomnia, something I always get the first night in a hotel, on Thursday night I slept for a solid eight hours.
The morning of the wedding, I awoke refreshed and unbelievably happy. I’d splurged on a bath bomb from Lush and took a long, leisurely bath before meeting up with my mom and MOH R for breakfast in the hotel café.
The ladies of my wedding party—MOHs A and R, BM S, FGs J and N, and my wonderful mom—came to my suite around 11:00 AM for mimosas (juice for the kids) and beautifying. (My brothers, the “bridesbros,” delivered our lunch from Panera, but otherwise were happy to stay away from talk of undergarments, the Kardashians, and how one pees in a wedding gown.)