The Blue Bird of Happiness
– by Teresa Dean Smeigh 2015
Approximately 10 years ago (15 years now) my oldest daughter K1 was married. It was a crazy time and the wedding planning was rough as her father and I were divorced and she and her soon-to-be inlaws paid for most of the wedding. I had no money as a divorcee struggling to raise a son on my own, but managed to pay for half the wedding gown.
The gown was beautiful and it was made just for her. You know how you try something on and it is the one? She tried it on at the shop and they had her out front so everyone could see and all the customers came over to watch. She tried on several gowns, but we all loved the same one. She picked out her bridesmaid’s gowns, but she had to be mindful of the fact that one of them was pregnant and although she would have the baby before then the dress would probably have to cover baby fat. The dresses picked out looked really good on all 3 of the girls. They were all dressed in dark blue or a navy blue, not sure which.
Her sister, K2, was the maid of honor. K2’s son was the ring bearer. Our son W was on the guy’s side. He looked nice in his Tux.
The day of the wedding all of the woman were at the beauty parlor getting their hair done. The girl did a beautiful job with the bride’s hair and had incorporated her veil. She looked beautiful.
While they continued working on the girls, K1 went outside to smoke. She is standing out there and all of a sudden we hear her yelling. She puts out the cigarette and comes running inside. Her words were, “A bird just shit on my veil!” She started to get really upset. We got some damp rags and set to work washing the bird poop out of the veil. It cleaned up nice thankfully.
We managed to convince her that it was good luck for a bird to poop on your veil.
Then just as we get her calmed down storm clouds start rolling in. Thundershowers were predicted.
We get to the church for the wedding with no rain, but by the time the reception had rolled around it had already rained.
The pictures were supposed to be taken outside. They had a beautiful setting for pictures, but the dark cloud remained, the ground was soaking wet and it was thundering again.
They took just the bride and groom out to the small river and put down tarps and took a few outside shots. We had to convince her again that rain on your wedding was good luck. What else could go wrong?
The next problem was that they wanted my ex-husband and me to walk in together. His girlfriend was mad about that, but she wasn’t family. So we walked in next to each other, but not holding hands like the other couples.
Finally we are all seated and my ex and I were at different tables. All the kids were at the head tables so I was sitting with my family and K2’s escort. Our friends were seated with the ex and his girlfriend.
The funny thing was that he didn’t dance with his girlfriend he was dancing with an old friend that he was close to. Watching that I believe that even though they claimed to be just friends while we were married, I think there was more than that going on. I was kind of mad and so was the girlfriend. The bad thing was that I promised to give this girl a ride home. I promised so I did it. I wasn’t happy about it.
Even with the rocky start to their marriage, they have 2 beautiful children and are happily married.