In two weeks time my brother is getting married.
A family wedding. A wonderful occasion.
Hopefully one in which we don’t all kill each other!
However it has made me think,
If I was getting married again,
(to the same fella!),
would I have the same wedding I had before?
What would I change?
When we got engaged my sisters first reaction was,
I’m not being bridesmaid.
So I chose my closest friend.
One who had shared some very difficult days with me,
and with whom I had laughed with so often.
She was living in the USA,
and agreed to come home for the occasion.
Bridesmaid sorted. Tick.
Now to the other questions,
which to be honest over twenty years ago,
did not cause me a moments thought.
Would I wear white?….. Don’t think so.
I’m a naturally messy individual and within moments it would be stained.
HE would be delighted as he would be hoping I’d get something reusable.
Would I wear a dress?
Not a chance. I am not a great one for the feminine look,
and a white creation on this old body would look ridiculous.
HE would be disappointed, but happy also,as now reusable looks more likely.
Maybe I’d wear a suit?
A suit? Me? I have never worn any type of suit in my life,
except once when I was being confirmed and as far as I know,
all photographic evidence has somehow disappeared.
HE would be disappointed as he might have hoped I could borrow one.
Would I get married in a church?
I have no religion, despite what my baptismal cert says,
(or my mother would hope),
but my fiance (remember we’re not married yet) is a catholic.
Would I go through a ceremony for him?
I did once, but do I love him enough to do it again?
I could be persuaded if he really wanted me to.
HE would be delighted as he is convinced that deep down,
I really do believe in religion.
Would I change my name to his?
You must be joking. I loved my name,
and if you ask me,
I must have been intoxicated to agree to drop it in the first place.
Hundreds of years of history,
and a tangible link to my Dad,
HE would be mega insulted and cross.
Many hours of conversation about the “fine Kearney name” would ensue.
Who would we invite?
I would think family and friends, a real good knees up.
HE would think euros, euros, euros!
Where would we have our wedding, city or country or maybe abroad?
I would think Ireland, somewhere near mountains and sea.
Would there be a honeymoon?
I would like to think there would be.
However after all the rows which are likely to occur,
in the lead up to the big day,
and the fact he is an accountant whose hobby is counting money,
money which would be almost non existent by the time we’d be married,
I would imagine, no, there would not be a honeymoon.
If I were to be completely honest,
there would be no wedding either.
So no happy ever after?
Well as we did all this a long time ago,
we are already in our happy ever after.
Although this reminds me to never renew our vows!