Every wedding needs a story you can laugh at. Here’s one of ours. A beautiful setting at the Lodge on Crandall Pond. People gathered for the outside wedding, the sun drying up the morning rain. We got dressed at the venue. Our photographer (Nassif) captured us prepping; me in the bathroom, curlers in my hair, and the-happy-groom in another room getting ready to put his suit on.
The mood changed as Nassif captured my groom now on the payphone, hoping to get me at home. He was unaware I was on the other side of the wall getting dressed.
The commotion eventually found me in the bathroom. “Do you know where Curtis’ pants are?”
“What do you mean, they were hanging with his suit jacket when we left the house.”
By now Curtis was ‘SMOKING’ ~see sign behind his head~ Needless to say his 20-minute drive back home to look for the pants delayed the wedding. So our guests were able to enjoy their appetizers, including crawfish.
He found his pants hanging at home right where I left them! Back at the lodge, now appropriately dressed, we celebrated our nuptials with the support of wonderful family and friends who encouraged Curtis, “Don’t worry, you won’t need your pants after today, she’s gonna where them in the family!”
Curtis: “Why did you move my pants?”
TSue: “I didn’t. I took them out of the garment bag to keep from wrinkling. I hung them right next to your jacket.”
Curtis: “That’s moving them.”
TSue: “No it wasn’t. They were right there. I was helping you.”
Curtis: “You were helping me to death!”
And so it began … the marriage and collision of Mars and Venus
Yet here we are 26-years later celebrating in the victory of learning to leave each others pants alone…well…um…ya know what I mean!
And no I do NOT wear his pants in the family, only mine!
Curtis: “What are you doing?”
TSue: “Helping you?”
Curtis: “Do you know how much I love you?”
Curtis: “She’s mine now! She’s goin’ with me!”
Our honeymoon suite August 1996 White Mountains NH
What a wonderful story 💕💕💕
Thank you Linda!