Blue Star Chronicles

I hope you’ll join us for the first Cotillion Wedding Celebration. Feel free to trackback and/or leave your comments here or here.

As stated in the invitation above, dress is formal, it IS the Cotillion after all. We will be wearing our tiaras. The tiara is standard for the Cotillion, we wear them everywhere, yes, I said everywhere.

~~ side note: Beth D., I hope you will do what you can to encourage John not to blog nekked for this event! Thank you ~~

I expect that this will embarass the living daylights out of Carol when she get’s back and reads it. She may never allow me to have the keys to her blog again. So let’s enjoy it while we can!

Once upon a time there was a girl who went away to college in another state, far, far away. One day, while she was sitting in a commons area with her friends a boy saw her from across the room. He told his friends, ‘I’m going to date that girl’. He came over and introduced himself.

He was right, they did date, then they fell in love, then they married.

They were so much in love that everyone around them thought ‘they are so much in love, sigh’ or became nauseous or both.

Her handsome prince moved the seatbelts in his car so that hers was right next to him and not all the way across the bench seat to the other side of the car. That was much too far away. They always rode around town like that. He would pinch her cheeks and call them his little biscuits (this is where the nauseous part comes in).

When they moved into their very first tiny apartment her younger sisters helped her move and all of their belongings were in the back of a pick-up truck with plenty of room to spare. They only had a single twin bed. When one of her younger sisters (that would be moi) asked if they were going to buy a bigger bed she replied dreamily, ‘We don’t need a bigger bed’. She even added that they would never need a bigger bed. (See what I mean about there being a nausea element to this story).

They seemed very happy, indeed. She was a school teacher and he worked hard to provide for his family. They moved into a larger apartment and then another and eventually bought their first house. They remained dizzily in love.

Eventually, they had a beautiful baby daughter. Her handsome prince love his beautiful daughter as much as he loved his beautiful wife. He was silly in love. He would sing to the daughter and she would look up to him as though Luciano Pavarotti himself was giving her a personal concert. She was much too young to know what the rest of us knew excruciatingly, that he was completely tone deaf. But it was music to her ears. And quite frankly, in spite of the fact he couldn’t sing a note, it really was sweet.

A few years later they had a little baby boy. The little boy was handsome and active and all boy. This completed the perfect family picture.

As her handsome prince became more successful in his career, this happy little family moved to bigger cities and into bigger houses. He became more and more successful and she kept hearth and home together. His business took him out of town more and more and the kids, teaching and keeping the home business in order took more and more of her time.

When new cars were bought the seat belts stayed where God had intended them to be, on the passenger side of the seat. I’m not sure how long ‘forever’ in that twin bed lasted, but the twin bed became a water bed (yes, there was that fad) and eventually a california king. Her handsome prince had become so successful that they probably could have lived happily ever after in their master bedroom suite without ever running into each other.

And so it went, I suppose, not that I’m privy to all the details of everything, but then this is a fairy tale, so creative license is expected.

The beautiful daughter and handsome son grew up and went off to pursue their own dreams. And one day her handsome prince and our beautiful heroine divorced, as is the American way.

They had changed.

Her handsome prince turned into a frog ~ or she did ~ or they both did.

During their divorce years they dated, broke up, dated other people, broke up, dated, broke up, dated other people, broke up (you get the drift) and eventually dated again for a long time. And yesterday they remarried in the wilds of Alaska.

In the end, or the new beginning, it seems that after trying on so many class slippers, only one really fit.

When she returns from Alaska she will either delete this post, correct the parts that embarass her or can fill in the details. Her choice.

Meanwhile, please leave messages for her to read when she returns from Alaska.

And they lived happily ever after.

The End.

Reutered Wedding Photos:

Whoops. That’s not them.

crossposted at The Median Sib

Update:
The Wedding that Didn’t Happen
The Wedding that Did Happen
They finally got married on the 5th in Anchorage.