Let me back up a little bit to how we told the children. I sent them a text because since they are older they all have their own agendas and most of the time they are out and about or working. The text read this way: "Family meeting on Sunday 7:30." In most cases that meant that we were having a discussion about something that wasn't desirable to bring up or they were in trouble for something so we meet in the living room to out it on the table. All day long on Sunday, Brittany was so spastic about the whole situation she kept aggravating the snot out of me to tell her what was going on. She went to work and sent out a mass text: "Mom and Nik are getting married finally." I kept telling her she didn't know what she was talking about because we wanted to tell them. Finally when 7:30 arrived, we told them, they said they already knew. I asked them how they knew. Their response was, "because you have been smiling so much that your face looks like it's going to crack!" Oh well.
Brittany threw us another curve ball and caught the both of us completely off guard. Brittany tries to be a hard, walled-up girl, no emotion...(hmmm, wonder who she gets that after, but that is beside the point)...well she came home one night soon after and handed us a card, Congratulations on your engagement. Inside she had written these letter to the both of us. While reading I got a lump in my throat, tears in my eyes because what she had written was so personal and heartfelt, not at all what I had expected and neither did Nik. We will cherish that card forever from B-Nasty as she signed it.
Then there's Hannah and all she wants is a big pink dress and a tiara. She told me last night that I really need to decide on my colors. Her suggestion and I quote, "Mom, I was thinking that you really should use pink and black because you know I have to wear pink and Brittany has to wear black. Hannah wants a dress that looks like a "Quinceanera" dress, or something from "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding." She did say she would compromise and wear a short dress but that it had to be pink and puffy. Go figure. She informed me too that she would have to get her nails done as well, remind me...who's wedding is this? :-)
There's a funny story about the quinceanera. Hannah wanted to celebrate her fifteenth birthday as the Hispanic culture does. She had planned everything she wanted for her food menu, what dishes she wanted Nik's mom, Irma to prepare, dishes Nik needed to make, all the plans were made in her mind. Well that afternoon we were all watching "Barnyard." She looked at Nik and said, "You know there's a Mexican rat in this Nik?" I responded to her that Nik wasn't Mexican that he is Puerto Rican. The look on her face was priceless and this squashed her quinceanera dream birthday because Nik wasn't Mexican!
My son, Devyn, there aren't really funny stories except one that comes to mind. Last year at the beach, Nik and Devyn were fishing, which something that they enjoy together. Something hooked Devyn's line and he yelled to Nik, " I can't reel it!" Nik thought he was going to to lose Devyn!
We shall see how this planning goes, with a short window before the date, time is of the essence. Venue viewing is Saturday, dress shopping Saturday afternoon, menu discussion somewhere in there Saturday...hmmm, I completely understand why wedding planners make the big bucks, good lord.
I want to stay true to who we are, nothing stuffy, nothing formal, nothing too traditional and most importantly something that is fun and memorable. Fun being the key word....
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