The Blue Bird of Happiness – (non-fiction story)

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.

About Tessa

My name is Tessa Dean and I am an author and blogger. My writing styles vary and I love writing using prompts. I am also writing my first book, a Memoir entitled "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife".  This is being published on the blog rather than the traditional way. I am putting up chapters as I go along. I keep my blog filled with useful content, stories, and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. I have also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. I also wrote a series of articles on Bipolar Disorder for IBPF (International Bipolar Foundation). I am in my 60’s and disabled which allows me plenty of time to write to my heart’s content. I live in southern New Jersey and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is a Sargent in the United States Marine Corps.
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10 Responses to The Blue Bird of Happiness – (non-fiction story)

  1. FLO says:

    Let me see. My wedding day was so long ago! I do remember that I checked the local bridal shop to price gowns. I was leaving the store, very discouraged at the size of the prices. Suddenly, as I walked down the aisle on my way to the door, a tag on a sleeve reached out and grabbed my arm. I pulled it off my arm and looked at it. Final sale, no alterations. $25.00! I took a closer look. I loved the dress! I tried it on. Perfect fit! I called my dh to be and told him I’d seen a beautiful wedding gown and it only cost $25.00. I told him if I bought it we were going to get married. I asked him if I should buy it. There was a pause and then he said, “Buy it.” That was the proposal. lol On our wedding day as we left the church someone threw a handful of rice directly into his ear and he jumped the last five steps. Unfortunately, my dress was a sheath under a flowing overgown. I made the last three steps, tore my gown and my knee, broke the heels off my shoes. How many women have a second pair of identical shoes at home? lol Everyone else headed for the reception. We went to my house for the shoes. Nobody knew my knee was injured but we didn’t do any dancing. Our marriage was back in 1968 and still going strong. No amount of disasters can stop a wonderful marriage!


    • Tessa says:

      I don’t like thinking about my proposal or wedding or marriage for that matter. Although I will say when the pastor said are there any objections, the baby, that shouldn’t have been there started screaming bloody murder. That should have been a clue since I didn’t get the first one during the proposal.


  2. the first clue – during the proposal? hm….and, well, flo, you beat me – I’ve never found anybody to beat my $35 wedding gown – but guess you did, course guess if you take into account the time difference – mine was in 1986 – does that count for anything – and we’re still married too!


  3. TM says:

    Oh Tessa, I loved that story. Now my wedding day wasn’t exactly my dream wedding but two years + on and we are still holding on… and that is all that counts.

    Many more happy years to K1 and her family.


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