My Wedding


October 15, 1994.  The day I married the love of my life.  I remember it as if it were yesterday. 

It was early morning, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping as I laid in my bed in the small bedroom of my grandparents 5th wheel trailer.  As soon as Pappy heard me rustling around in my room, he entered to offer me my daily cup of coffee.  (I was spoiled rotten!)

Ever so attentive, he asked how I had slept and how I was feeling.  As had been our custom for the last 10 years, we talked about everything under the sun.  We talked about the news, the trailer park gossip and of course we talked about my impending marriage.  I felt a bit sad to be leaving my grandparents who had raised me off and on since I was 5 years old.  But I was also excited to be starting a new chapter in my life with the man of my dreams.  (That's an entirely different post to be written someday soon!)

Later that morning, my best friend and Maid of Honor, Carmen, arrived to help me get ready.  I was a giddy ball of nerves.   I was so nervous that I could not get my dress on without Carmen's help.  But like the good friend that she was, she was always there to offer a helping hand.   

Before I knew it 12 o'clock rolled around.  One more hour and I was going to get married!  Pappy, who usually ate lunch at noon, and wouldn't be eating until after the ceremony, decided to snack on the beans and rice that Gramm had prepared.  Bless her heart.  I could see that she was just as nervous as I was.  She was cooking up a storm to help ease her nerves.

The next 45 minutes disappeared in a blink of an eye.  I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my husband-to-be and his best friend, David.  I know what you're thinking, its bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.  But, Hubby and David needed directions to the church.  Plus, we were too young to care about silly superstitions.  (I had just turned 20 and Hubby would turn 22 the following week.)

It got closer and closer to one o'clock, and still no sign of Hubby.  Where was he?  We were set to get married at one.  I won't lie, my stress level was skyrocketing!  But Carmen did her best to calm me down by thinking up a number of possible reasons to explain Hubby's tardiness. 

If only Pappy had thought the same way.  Always the pessimist, he was sure that my hubby-to-be had stood me up.  That the no good #%@ had only been toying with me and had no real intention of marrying me.  Yes, this is what every Bride-to-be wants to hear.  I was now on the verge of tears.

At 1:05 p.m. an unfamiliar car drives into the trailer park, stopping right outside our trailer.  Who in the world could that be?  Carmen and I ran outside to see who it was.  Both of the front doors opened and out stepped my future Hubby and David.  Thank you, Lord!  Hubby apologized for being late and explained that he had just signed the rental contract for our apartment. 

My grandparents came outside to see what all the fuss was about.  After seeing that all was well, Pappy commented that he knew that Hubby was a good guy and never doubted that he would show up.  (Yeah right!)

I had planned on going to the church with my granparents, but Hubby wanted to take me in the car he had just bought that morning.  It wasn't new, but it was our first car!  How could I resist?  Carmen and I rode in the backseat, while David drove.  (Hubby was too nervous!)  My grandparents would follow us to the church.  They knew where it was, but they too were nervous and fearful that they might get lost.

On the way to the church, we laughed and joked.  Then suddenly, Carmen and I screamed in fear. David, who would act as Best Man, was also nervous and almost ran a red light.

Finally, we arrived at the church, safe and sound.   

We had a small wedding in the church office.  The only people in attendance were my grandparents, Carmen and David.

I later asked Hubby why he hadn't invited any of his family to the wedding.  He had told his brother that morning that he was getting married, but my brother-in-law thought Hubby was joking.

The ceremony was sweet and simple.  And bilingual.  The Pastor insisted that it be done this way.  I wanted it to be entirely in Spanish, so that Hubby, Pappy and David would understand.  Gramm, Carmen and I were fluent in both languages, so we'd have no trouble.  But I guess the Pastor couldn't believe that this fair-skinned, blue-eyed redhead spoke Spanish.

During the ceremony, Hubby and I held hands and our eyes focused only on eachother.  We said our vows, exchanged rings and then we kissed for the first time as man and wife.  (Sigh!)

With Love,
Leslie Limon

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22 comments:

  1. MMMmmmmm yummy goosbumps! Have a WONDERFUL anniversary !!!

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  2. ah, I cannot wait for the story about how you met and the courtship. Congratulations!

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  3. Happy Anniversary! Nice story, have a great and fun day.
    -MT

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  4. Happy Anniversary Leslie! What a sweet story. I want to hear about the courtship too.

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  5. Leslie your story is so sweet, having your grandparents there on your side, every thing on this post is just beutiful!!

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  6. Feliz Anniversario amiga!!!

    Hahaha - leave it to the men to be late! My hubby was late for our wedding as well...grr.... Hahaha - you just gave me some really good blog post ideas! LOL! I'll wait, don't worry! Can't wait to hear the rest of your story!

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  7. This was so fun to read, Thanks for sharing.

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  8. What a touching story. I love the wedding photo, your husband is very handsome and you were a stunning bride. I can't wait to hear the rest of the story.
    regards,
    Theresa

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  9. Feliz Anniversario, If only more people would follow your example....
    Bonds with a purpose are needed to instill values that benefit the family and individuals. You certainly have done that!

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  10. What a lovely story! like all weddings should be, with a little bit of action, intrigue ;) and lots of romance! Congratulations!
    and oh, thanks a lot for stopping by :)

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  11. ah, you put a smile on my face! I hope you had a wonderful anniversary!

    hugz,
    Mo

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  12. how romantic! and you got married on my 40th birthday-a big day for both of us. my husband and i got maried in japan in what they call the land office. we just had 3 witnesses then spent the night in tokyo. funny, we spent our honeymoon night in an old military hotel which turned out to be a real dive. we didn't care, we were just happy and in love.

    feliz navidad y un prospero ano nuevo a la familia limon. soy cubana, por eso hablo espanol.

    saludos,
    teresa

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  13. TERESA: Welcome to my blog! I hope you will visit often. We already have so much in common. I've been to many large weddings, which have been beautiful, but I wouldn't trade my small wedding for anything in the world. Feliz Navidad y prospero Año Nuevo to you too!

    With Love,
    Leslie Limon

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  14. hi leslie,

    i just checked to see if you had responded. thank you for the welcome and the holiday wishes. yes, i know what you mean about big weddings. to me they seem like a waste of money, but as they say, to each his own ;-)

    i forgot to comment on your christmas blog. i love your decorations. your children are beautiful and you sound so happy. also read the thanksgiving blog. your hubby sounds like a great guy. we all have much to be thankful for.

    have a great day!

    teresa

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  15. I think that it is truly amazing that you can still call your husband "the love of my life" after 16 years!! It is rare now that marriage even last much longer than that.

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  16. Pattymandoza@yahoo.comFebruary 23, 2011 at 1:41 PM

    hi! lesly I live in gonzalez,ca and I wish to live in mexico with all tha family tank's for all your resepies specialy for the conchas it was very good , god blessyou,and your family too your friend patty mendoza

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  17. Wow Leslie que historia la tuya, muy linda.

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