Da…Da…DaDa. Da…Da….DaDa
Do you know what song this is? Come on think about it…give up? The song is Here comes the bride.
In the 1850s, Richard Wagner a German composer wrote the Wedding march that was in an opera. And they use this song all over the world.
I have been to quite a few weddings. I And yes I do cry….You already know that I am a very emotional person. As I told you before when I was a kid I would look in the newspaper and read the wedding announcements. I would get all dressed up and attend the weddings.
When my father asked me where I was going I told him I was going to church. I would sit there next to strangers and weep. Then there was the receptions.
Do you know what is better than food….free food. They would serve finger sandwiches and assorted hors d’ oeuvres. As an adult, I went to many friend’s weddings. This time I knew all the people who were getting married.
The bride and groom would deeply look into each other’s eyes. Then there was the big kiss. Some of the kisses were so long, I thought they would faint or run out of air.
My favorite painting was…..The Kiss by Gustav Klimt. It was a spectacular painting and now you can buy products with the painting on them. Like candle sticks, plates, and candle holders. I have a vase right here.
Everybody looks great in a tuxedo. Someone sent me a picture of their chihuahuas dressed in tuxedos.
When my brother got married to Ms Cathy, I was my brother’s best man. I walked up to the alter and knelt on the upholstered bench. I cried kneeling there. Ms Cathy looked at me like a I was out of my mind. She had to reach in her purse and give me her handkerchief.
I cried so hard I had an M.A. a mucus attack. My brother and Ms Cathy got married on my birthday. There are 365 days a year and they picked my birthday. I never forgave them. lol.
Let’s now talk about the bridesmaids. My oh my …I remember one wedding that I went to had eight bridesmaids in bubblegum pink dresses. Their lipstick was bubble gum pink and they all wore pink earrings. Oh wait let’s not forget about the pink bows in their hair. They looked like presents.
Something old…Something new…something borrowed…something blue…this rhyme dates back to the late 1800s in Lancashire England. A lot of brides wore pearls. But to tell you the truth I never saw anything blue. I don’t know maybe they were wearing blue underwear…to be continued…
Love,
Richard
