Showered with Love

Ready to get together for a party and excited to give me what they all had, several of my playgroup pals gathered last night for a bridal shower . . . for me. At first, it was a surprise, both in that they didn't tell me right away and then, when they did, that they wanted to have a party for me. And then it was just strange--registering for presents is so odd. I mean, when do adults really make long lists of what other people should buy them? That's how it's done, though, and so I did it. And after getting over the initial awkardness of telling, very specifically, what I wanted ("needed" really isn't a question after 12 years of household-building. And yes, sometimes it was "we"), I enjoyed it and spent some time trying to pick things that were a). useful, b). fun, and, most importantly, c). not very expensive. And, as the day approached, I tried hard not to look at what was being purchased, tempting as it was. It has been a long time since I have been the guest of honor at a party. A friend hosted a baby shower for me here, but it was more of a casual get-together, about which I had lots of input; my formal fancy baby shower was held for me in absentia because I wasn't allowed to travel. Before that, I'm guessing it was a round of high school graduation parties for me. Twenty years ago. So, when I heard about the shower, I was touched, honored, excited, and yes, admittedly, nervous.

I shouldn't have been. It was great fun, nothing to be nervous about at all (though I had some trouble picking the dress, finally deciding on the dress I wore to our civil union). Everyone there was a friend--we've been through breastfeeding, sleeplessness, all sorts of illnesses and emergencies, more babies, death, school, birthdays, and all sorts of other experiences and milestones together over the last 4ish years so that even if we don't see all of us often we mesh just fine--and it was all very comfortable. Mama Teacher and Miss J (not any of the other Miss Js I've mentioned here, this is Miss J, Social Worker) had gone to lots of trouble to make it all delightful--pretty purple flowers complete wth purple ribbon around the vase, lacy wedding-themed paper goods, and even party games with cute prizes (that the gals were very competitive about winning!). There was bridal gift bingo, wedding ABCs, and even "Project Runway, Toilet Paper Bride edition." Hilarious. (Excepting I was Heidi Klum and had to choose the winning design and wasn't allowed to choose both, so I just choose the one I liked better even though the other was definitely more fashionable).

And the food! Everyone brought appetizers and desserts--spinach-cheese snackballs, pizzas, mozzarella, spinach dip, cheese and crackers, veggies, quiches, brownies, pecan bars, nut bread, cheesecakes (fruit and chocolate). Of course, I asked for a few recipes, which made everyone giggle and give away a secret: they were gathering the recipes for me! I saw some of the little recipe cards being passed surreptiously and my heart was a-twitter: I might keep all my recipes on the computer for ease, but I treasure handwritten cards. Ah, they know me well, recipe hoarder that I am. Mama Teacher has shower hosting down to an art and Miss J was a generous hostess to offer her house (which resulted in a poor little girl who couldn't sleep for hours because of our noise). And all my friends, ready for a party, were lots of fun.

And so sweet. So many gifts, so kind: small crockpot, cast-iron dutch oven, cutting boards, paring knife, gigantic measuring cup, "husband" pillow, cupcake cake pan, meatloaf pan, cookie sheets, picture frame, bedsheets, hotpads, coffee cannister, coffee mugs, towels, candy, jokey ice trays (of dentures! I'm thinking pink lemonade!), birdfeeder. Most of it cooking stuff, no surprise there, so that I'm tempted to host a playgroup and use all of it!

Last but not least, there were cookies, as seen above, gorgeous iced wedding cake cookies, with purple detailing, from a friend who couldn't be there in person but was there in spirit, all the way from Georgia. Thank you, Miss T!

And thank you all, my friends. You have honored us and our marriage in a special way. And I am touched beyond words. Thank you.

In the Details

The Day Before
Waiting for Gommie and Pop to arrive near to killed us all. Sis was beside herself with excitement, to the point of confusion. "I'm so embarrassed!" she exclaimed, meaning excited. We tried to distract ourselves but at best of times the ruses were transparent; at the worst, frustrating in themselves. And then I saw on the computer that their plane was going to be late! ERGGGHHHHH. They'd miss their train and be about an hour later than we expected. Except Gommie works miracles when it comes to getting to Connecticut, because not 50 minutes after merely landing at La Guardia, she was calling me from GCT to say they had plently of time and would make their train. Hallelujah!

The kids and I had been planning the day meticulously. We'd even made a timeline of Gommie and Pop's travels on the plane, taxi, and train, complete with picture of the phone she would call me from to say what train they were on; below this was a timeline of our day--eat, play, cook, lunch, rest time, errands, pick up Gommie and Pop at the train. So, donning our clothes, we ran off to deliver three tins of treats to the pediatrician, vet, and physical therapy office, with the kids smiling shyly as they handed over the gifts. But they were in such a hurry and we got done so fast, that we sat at Starbucks' for about 30 minutes biding our time (and getting G & P coffee).

But there they were, right on time, on the train platform. Five very happy people united for the holidays. Let the fun begin!

Christmas Eve
We played and played on Tuesday evening and Wednesday morning: tussle, "the old horse," "airplane," "I see you!" and other fun, oftentimes rough, games. We also made jello for Christmas dinner and gingerbread for the trifle we would have. There were stories to read, dances to do, and lots of pretend meals. In other words, the usual.

Ma, Gong, and Goo showed up mid-morning to join the fun and we all had a big lunch of meats, cheeses, rolls, pickles, and condiments. Yummy! I especially liked the smoked mozzarella. With lots of balsamic vinegar on the bread. Bud and Sis like ham roll-ups. After lunch, the kids rested and all the grandparents ran errands. I made cranberry sauces. Mama did a thousand little things. Goo kept the kids company upstairs while they watched tv.

And then it was time to get married. The joyful chaos began around 3 when everyone returned. We shepherded kids into clothes, necessities into "the tub" to go with us, and all of us into 3 cars to head to the church around 3:45. I rode with Pop ("fitting" Gommie said) and he sang "Get Me to the Church on Time". Which he did. Where it was so icy, I would've liked to be carried over that threshold. But we al got inside safely with kids, tub, clothes, and cake.

Mama looked fine (that's like handsome, not like okay) in her dark gray suit, with flower boutannier in the holder I'd bought. I eventually dressed in my purple/lavender gown with purple shawl (Gommie and Bud helped me get dressed in the little bathroom)--and white tennis shoes! A congregant asked afterwards if I'd worn those shoes during the ceremony. "You bet," I said. "As a parent, you need all the support you can get!" Besides, they were comfortable. Bud told me I was beautiful, which was right up there with being his favorite grown-up. Sis had wanted to do her hair like mine, also a big compliment (because I wore a silver flowered hair clip Mama had given me from Thailand years ago--and Sis doesn't usually like things in my hair!). Sis wore a black velvety jumper with small pink floral embroidery that twirled really well; she was partial to the pink shirt that went with it. Bud insisted on wearing his Yankees Halloween costume shirt instead of the train sweater we bought. Who cares?! See, that's what I meant by casual, homey, playful wedding.

So in addition to the wedding family, there were my parents, Mama's parents and brother, two ladies from church, Mama Teacher and family (thanks again for helping me choose a dress. I think we got it right!), and the minister and her son. An even 12 guests. My favorite number. We headed to the sanctuary, mainly because Bud and Sis's little hands were getting too friendly with the two-tiered wedding cake with white icing and deep purple flowers and dark green leaves (which Pop had had in the trunk of the rental car all day--it was cool enough, and better than trying to cram it in our holiday-laden fridge.)

We got everyone setted into seats, put the wedding CD Mama had made on the system (with "Lover's Waltz," "Appalachian Spring," a tune from Fried Green Tomatoes and one from Little Women), and headed to the back of the church. We processed/meandered/walked/marched up the aisle at an uneven pace in an irregular grouping, with Sis holding her bouquet and the ring pillow (which Bud had surrendered) and Bud carrying a bouquet too (as he'd wanted one at Aunt Banana and Uncle Soccer's wedding). The bouquets were designed by Mama, made of silk flowers with some traditional Christmas greenery and holly berries but also deep red miniature roses and pink antique tea roses. Gorgeous. And, oddly, mine felt good in my hand.

Once at the front of the church, the kiddos went to sit with Gommie and Pop. Until they didn't. A few minutes into the minister's very personal and personalized ceremony (she's known us for quite awhile and did our last ceremony), Bud decided he wanted to be with us and came forward, standing between us and taking our hands in his. Sis joined pretty soon after. So, we got married as a family with all of us holding hands (eventually, Mama and I managed to reach across them to hold each other's hands). We said the vows I had written the night before, pledging to take each other "to be no other than yourself, loving you today from all of our yesterdays and through all of our tomorrows." I liked that it incorporated that we had a history of being a couple and that this marriage wasn't the start of something new, but it's continuation with the recognition and approval of the state of Connecticut (and, as the minister said, the blessing of all UUs). We kissed and then all left together. Only to come back to hug all assembled and thank everyone and head together to the hall for some cake.

For the first wedding I was a bridesmaid--Lambeth, you were there--(I have been a bridesmaid/maid of honor three times: in Dallas, in Nashville, and in Austin), the bride had Victorian wedding pulls on ribbons that each attendant pulled from underneath the cake; she gave us a bracelet to wear them with. I still have mine: I got the wedding ring. The next to marry. Would you believe I had met Mama just a few weeks before? Anyway, I loved that touch but, not having attendants, had decided very last minute to purchase some for the family that would be there. I got a traditional wedding set and a kid's birthday set, making sure that Sis would pull the bunny (which we switched to a red ribbon, more attractive to her because red is "pink-ish.") I had 12 total, which was the total number of guests. So they picked a ribbon, pulled it out of the cake, and learned their fortune: fortune, contented life, happy home, luck, love, I forget all the others. I think everyone liked that part--it was one of my favorites--and they got to take something home. Then we cut the cake (eschewing the "share the first piece" face smooshing) and distributed yummy chocolate with strawberry filling cake to everyone. Bud ate the filling of 4 pieces. Mr. Teacher noted that the yummy chocolate cake was, however, not traditional. But then, as we laughed, not much was.

And then it was time for Christmas Eve service. Quickly as that, the wedding was over and we turned our attention to the holiday at hand. Though, it was fun, when people commented on how dressed up I was (Mama was dressed up too but I guess a suit isn't as unusual as a ball gown-type thing), I told them it was because I'd just gotten married. Such looks of surprise! Not because of the lesbian thing (congregants are all very used to lesbians in general and us in particular) but because of the timing of it (same look, though with less excitement and enthusiasm, that I got from the cake people and the wedding dress people! Does that grammar make sense? Or is it "though with more excitement?" I'm getting my antecedents and therefore my adjectives confused). Anyway, people were happy.

Service was beautiful with lots of singing and touching stories, even if the kids did get a litte chatty during the stories. And the Christmas tree we'd helped decorate. And the candles everyone lit to hold during "Silent Night." I had my second revelation wearing my wedding dress, which had boning in the stays: it's hard to sit comfortably in a pew for any length of time (the first was "you can't step backwards if your dress has a train!"). After service and potluck, where we shared the remaining tier of the cake, we headed home. The work of Christmas was about to start.

But, like most work, it's better just to enjoy the fruits of the labor (as my dad has been known to say, "don't tell me about the labor, just show me the baby). Let's just say, we got ready for Christmas. The kids helped, too, by sprinkling oatmeal and baby carrots in the yard to feed Santa's reindeer (an inspired idea from Mama Teacher, whose CJ had gotten a baggie of glittered oatmeal as a present from a teacher) and by putting out a plate of cookies for Santa. And, eventually, we were all asleep.

Oh, there was one more wedding item: we opened two gifts, a gorgeous crystal punch bowl service from my sis and her hubby and a wonderful handmade perpetual calendar with our family name and "Est. 1997" etched in it. It almost made us giggle aloud to have wedding presents to open. Thank you.

Christmas
True to form, I was up first. A gust of wind shook the house at 5:56 a.m. and I made a mental note that I didn't think I'd heard any trees hit anything. But the kids refused to wake up, despite the wind, their own coughing and sighing, Mama going downstairs to meditate, my parents arriving early at 6:45 so as not to miss the initial Christmas surprise, and even my going to the bathroom. Wake up, already! And they did, sometime around 7 ish.

And surprised they were! With the white lights glowing on the tree we'd all decorated with cookie cutters, preschool glittery wreaths, stuffed ornaments, and salt dough ornaments, the array of presents below seemed to shine. Including a large three-story dollhouse and a drum kit with cymbal. Wow!

The next two hours of present-opening is a happy blur. Sis and Bud were neither greedy nor ravenous in their consumption of the gifts, but actually took turns and even passed some out to others. They were very proud of their ability to spot their own names, even though they couldn't differentiate between the "to" and the "send" lines on the tags. Mind you, I don't think any of the adults actually got to unwrap their own presents, but that was okay. Sis kept saying it was the "best Christmas ever." And they both kept saying, "it's what I've always wanted!" But then they'd tire of opening new presents and return to playing with the few that were already open. Bud did several solos on the drum kit, either stationed on the floor or on our coffee table "stage." Sis distributed her little Pet Shop critters around the dollhouse. They both raved about pez candy to eat from "repressors" (to be confused with "dispensors"). Mama had fun "playing" with putting all the new Thomas destinations on the train table (because she'd already spent the last month "playing" with our new iPod and uploading about 10,000 songs). I enjoyed glancing at all the great books I received (and will be posting about here eventually, including Being Dead is No Excuse a relatively light book about Southern funerary foods and customs--I'm almost done reading it). Pop snuggled up in the plaid fleece blanket I made him. Gommie watched the kids and took pictures. All in all, lots of great presents and even more fun just being all together.

The rest of the day was filled with playing, rearranging the house to make room for the new toys (which we had started the night before), napping, eating, talking on the phone to relatives, and repeating most of those activities. We forgot to wish the baby Jesus a "happy birthday" but remembered to draw and write on our holiday tablecoth. Everyone was zonked by 6:30, when we got the kids safely in bed and Gommie and Pop went back to their hotel for the night.

But Mama and I didn't go right to sleep. After finishing up the kitchen and the living room, we sat and processed everything in the last 48 hours. It had been a very momentous, very chaotic, and very wonderful two days.

Merry Christmas!

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Jello Salad--Cranberry Jello Salad

2 (6 oz.) boxes raspberry Jello
2 cans whole berry cranberry sauce
1 c. mandarin oranges
1 (20 oz.) can crushed pineapple, drained
2 lg. apples, chopped
4 c. hot water
1 c. pecans, chopped (optional)

Place the Jello and hot water into a large bowl and whip until dissolved. Into another bowl put the chopped apples, cranberry sauce, oranges and pineapples which have been drained. Combine with the dissolved Jello and pour into a 9 x 13 inch pan. Chill until set. A cup of pecans can be used if desired. This is very good with ham or turkey.

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Gingerbread Pumpkin Trifle

2 (14-ounce) packages gingerbread mix
2 (5.1-ounce) boxes instant vanilla pudding mix (and milk)
2 cans pumpkin
1 (12-ounce) container frozen whipped topping
1/2 box gingersnaps, crushed

Bake the gingerbread according to the package directions; cool completely.

Meanwhile, prepare the pudding and set aside to thicken. Stir the pumpkin into the pudding.

Layer 1/2 of the gingerbread on bottom of trifle dish or big bowl. Pour 1/2 of the pudding mixture over the gingerbread, then add a layer of whipped topping. Repeat with the remaining gingerbread, pudding, and whipped topping.

Sprinkle of the top with crushed gingersnaps, if desired. Refrigerate overnight. Trifle can be layered in a punch bowl.

originally Paula Deen, but with several simplifications

We're Married!

We did it! We're married!

It was a wonderful little ceremony--small, homey, playful, just what we had in mind. I'm too tired to do it justice tonight but will write soon, about: all of us walking down the aisle togther, Bud joining Mama and I during the ceremony to hold hands with both of us; Sis being both the "ringer" and "flowerer" at one point; me forgetting to repeat the vows and Mama getting all choked up during hers; the Victorian ring pull "party favors" for the people who were there, which was one of my favorite parts; Bud eating the middles out of 4 pieces of chocolate-strawberry wedding cake; and people arriving at church for evening services who were surprised to see me so dressed up and even more surprised when they found out why. There's more but it's late and tomorrow is, after all, Christmas.

Thanks for all of your well wishes. It really was a wonderful event.

Licensed to . . . Love?

We have our marriage license.

Yep. Two women. One license. A wedding. A marriage.

And, as you know, we're keeping the wedding ceremony really small. The kids, my parents, my dress, some flowers in a basket, a ring pillow, some cake, the church friends. That's pretty much it. Just the way we like it.

While Connecticut says we can get married, millions if not billions of people worldwide, and their governments (including our own and our new president-elect) disagree. In California, same-sex couples could get married for awhile. Now they can't, thanks to Prop 8 and their neighbors who voted for it, and the Mormons who funded the campaign for it. In a way, we're thrilled that we can have some of the state protection of marriage (but none of the federal), that our kids will know we are married. But as lesbians, we have long avoided letting others, especially governments, define our relationships. So, to jump on the marriage bandwagon just because the state says we can (for now, though CT doesn't seem to have any particular threats to our law. But there are always the Mormons), or to invest too much in a law that can be reversed here and ignored almost everywhere else . . . well, let's just say, we are aware of the irony, historical precedents, and monumentality of the occasion.

Lambeth's challenged one of my asides about having a casual wedding, admonishing me that weddings are always a big deal. I'd say that marriage is a big deal, especially for two women in this country where our supposedly secular government defines marriage in religiously-derived terms and only a very few states have overcome that (while 36 states have taken their religious fervor and prejudice to an extreme and outlawed same sex unions). The wedding--the private celebration of the legal union--is just the proverbial icing on the cake and, as they are usually celebrated in this country, not our style or values. I like rituals and traditions myself, but as weddings are a blank slate, have decided to define ours as casual and comfortable, homey even, our minister called it "family-oriented."

Because of course, we were a family, a loving and committed couple, long before the government of Connecticut said it was okay. We've even had ceremonies before--a small gathering of friends in NYC years ago to notarize the paperwork for our city-recognized domestic partnership; a civil union in front of congregation and parents (with 3 month old babes) complete with songs, vows, and cake. We embrace the open-mindedness of our neighbors and our ability to marry in this state against the opinions of the majority of people in this country and the world, and we greatly appreciate our friends and family's excitement, support, and love surrounding our special day, and with all of that in mind, and with the knowledge that we've celebrated our union several times before publicly, and everyday of our lives privately, we're keeping this wedding "homey." (I had said "simple" to our minister and she said a lesbian wedding was never simple. And of course she's right, even our little one has had its fair share of drama and confusion).

Who knows, when the federal government legalizes it, we can always have a different one. Again.

Planning a Wedding in One Day

7:00 a.m. While brushing teeth, decide with Mama that we will play "Lover's Waltz" by Jay Ungar (which we have on CD) during the ceremony.

9:00 a.m. Stop by bakery, order cake: two-tier (with Grecian columns!), all white, except a few deep purple roses with dark green leaves (purple for me; dark green for Mama). Chocolate cake for Sis, with strawberry jam filling for Bud--having kids changes how you plan a wedding. This takes about 10 minutes. Note to self: buy a cake topper. Remember my Vera Wang cake service set, one of our only civil union gifts--take that to church. Or not.

9:15 a.m. Stop by florist and discuss nosegay for Sis to carry.

10:30 a.m. Confirm pastoral visit with minister to discuss final plans. Mainly, that the ceremony will be sometime in the afternoon of Christmas Eve, before Vespers, but using the existing decorations which will be up by then (candles, flowers, lit tree). Just us, pretty much. Maybe someone from church to take pictures. With two 3 year olds as ring bearer/flower girl/attendants, the ceremony won't take long at all and will be very casual. Then Vespers, then potluck supper with congregation--the wedding cake is our potluck contribution. And then we have to do Christmas lights with the kids, finish off Christmas Eve, and get ready for Christmas. The honeymoon is over.

[parenting takes place the rest of the day]

7:00 p.m. Go wedding dress shopping with Mama Teacher (thanks a whole bunch!!), surprise staff with a). decision to wear a color, i.e. a bridesmaid's dress, and not white b). date of wedding in 13 days and c). wearing flats, specifically my tennis shoes--it's my wedding and I'll wear what I want to (we didn't even get to "there are two brides" but that would've surprised them too.). Choose the first dress I try on, though I tried on a few more, including a white merengue one. It's perfect, and since I'm not superstitious and have told Mama already, it's purple with a fitted bodice and a train!! (Bud will be disappointed when he realizes that word has two meanings, but he's wearing trains on his sweater that night.) And it was on super sale!!! Alterations cost more than the dress did. (Gommie it was even faster than buying my bridesmaid's dress this summer!! And cheaper.)

8:00 p.m. Head to craft store: buy ring bearer pillow and cake topper (two entwined silver hearts). Spot a few baskets for Sis's flowers. Will let Mama decide between nosegay or basket.

10:00 p.m. Get home. Talk with Mama. We need to find readings or vows. Or not. I realize I should've bought a wedding cake stamp to make a few invitations/annoucements. I did buy a wedding cake cookie cutter, in case the mood strikes me to make some cookies for the evening. Or the reception. Not sure about a reception yet, but that would be later in the spring anyway. Maybe a big picnic in May?? Something extremely casual, family-oriented, outside with things for the kiddos to do, even potluck??!! Who knows. As for registering, I'm just not sure that's us (though we laughed and said that we could register at the bookstore and be more than happy!).

11:45 p.m. In bed blogging about it all. Pretty much done. Good night.

WeddingMania

Weddings do odd things to people.

As I've mentioned, we're going to get married on Christmas Eve, with both sets of our parents here. Just something really small.

Or, well, that was our intention. But the more people we tell, the bigger it gets.

What is with people and weddings?

I must say, I'm not one of those gals who ever gave much thought to weddings (or marriage, for that matter), even as a child. No plans about dresses or food or flowers or music or location. Now, my sister who just got married in a beautiful, very well-thought out and well-planned ceremony this summer, had weddings on the brain as a child. She even worked in a bridal gown shop in high school and took lessons in cake decorating because she liked white wedding cakes, as I recall. But I guess all the thoughts (and year's worth of hard work) paid off; it was lovely.

I think I might have been relieved to be a lesbian because, at least for awhile, that freed me up from weddings. Even before it was legal, Mama and I had pretty much decided we wouldn't do it or anything like it. We're too cheap or selfish in the end, preferring a trip to Europe (or several, or even around the world, considering the cost of weddings) to a wedding. I think we're also a little shy, a little embarrassed about the fuss. That's why our civil union was held during a regular church service with no advance warning to anyone but our folks and a friend who helped set up the cake and coffee, and was also coupled with the baby dedication.

But we want the marriage for the legal rights and a(nother) picture for the kids. And we have a minister. And my folks will be here. And I'm always up for cake. So, we thought we'd call it a wedding.

Well, it's getting bigger now. Every friend we've told wants to know when the party is, where we would register. When I laugh this off, saying this is our third time down the aisle so to speak, they insist that we must, that it would be fun, that they would come. A woman at church wants to help with the spread. Friends have offered to help me plan the party. They've even chosen mid-January (or mid-March, even, so Miss T can be here and we'd have more time. Time?? Oh goodness. We need time to plan?) for the reception, acknowledging that we really should have the wedding part when my folks are here. Though a few have even intimated that they would be able to attend a wedding on Christmas Eve!!

And I'm nothing but touched, plus a little surprised. What I saw as not much of a big deal is huge to all these women (it's been all women we've talked to this far), who have been married themselves (though not all in weddings, or big weddings, since I guess anytime you get married is a kind of wedding??). It's like joining a club, something akin to having a baby, I think, a rite of passage. And I'm tickled that they are excited that we're joining up, even if we've been together for 11 1/2 years and it seems odd to me to celebrate in a large fashion. So call it a celebration of you're-still-together, one said.

But I think the wedding fever is catching because I actually had thoughts about how we would do it. It wouldn't be typical, more of an afternoon playgroup/party similar to Applepalooza or Groundhog's Day, except probably at church in the big hall. When I balked at plans, someone even suggested it could be potluck. I could see appetizers and cake, not a meal. Very kid friendly. But would we have to talk? Would there be toasts? Would my family want to be at the reception too? Would I have to buy another dress (I'm still challenged to think about something for Christmas Eve!)? Would we need to print invitations? Is it greedy to register for gifts this late in the game? It all feels so . . . odd.

And that's when I get cold feet and think we won't do anything but the paperwork with our minister and folks after all.

Who knows.

Feeling the Love

While it looks like California GLBTs might lose their right to marry, Connecticut has defeated a constitutional convention designed in part to take away our right.

Next week, marriage licenses become available here.

We'll do it, of course, for all of the legal rights that come with it. Ceremony #3, after a civil partnership in NY and a civil union here in CT. Third's a charm, right?

We're thinking perhaps Christmas Eve, when all of our parents are together again, just something really small since the minister would sign the form anyway. Sis would say as long as there is cake, it's a party.

Should we register? Send out announcements? "Sis and Bud announce the marriage of their mommies."

Stayed tuned. This might just become one of those wedding blogs!

Hiatus

I will be offline and incommunicado for at least the next week or so. No worries, it's wedding time! I promise to tell you all about it when we get back.