My closest friends always said I'd be BrideZilla.... I think they are very right about that. I'd been planning my wedding day since Mama took me on my first play date. Colors, Music and Attendants were all planned UNTIL Aldo and I just up and decided, "Hey lets go ahead and get married here." WHAT?!!?!?!?!?!?
So I did the very thing (well pretty darn close to it) I always made fun of Mama for. My mom got married in her Pastor's house and had a small reception in the basement of the church she grew up in. What I teased my mom about was the wool skirt and sweater she wore on her wedding day. What did I wear on my wedding day? I borrowed from my host mom the only dress that would fit: a black and blue dress just below the knee.
I didn't have the fourteen bride's maids I'd always dreamed of but I did have my best friend. I didn't marry in the church I grew up in with my friends and family but did have a cozy room in the court house with Aldo's parents and my host family.
What's funny about this day was what it took to get to the wedding? My friends and I laugh about how nothing in Kenya ever started on time. We constantly were easily agitated by the tardiness or even lack of concern for time. Tell me why I am the one, THE AMERICAN GIRL, who made everyone late for my own wedding.
Pam brought her flat iron so I could straighten my hair and surprise Aldo. My hair was freshly washed and dried. Just as I finished straightening one section and moving to the next, the section I just straightened turned into a fuzz ball. Half way through my hair I realized the African humidity just wouldn't allow me to have a nice hair style even on MY day. I believe at one point I screamed at my host mother and bit my best friend's head off about the heat in the room. Not even the fan my host mom brought cooled things down. My make up was now running down my face.
By the time Aldo saw me in the compound of the home, I looked a hot mess. I remember wanting to cry because this was not a good representation of me.
With that said, I know its the marriage that counts- not the wedding day... but I'm serious when I say I CAN'T WAIT FOR A REDO.
I want my best friend Landen to play the baby grand piano rather than have my host mom lead a song way off key. lol. I want my two best girl friends to fluff my white gown on either side rather than have only one wipe the running foundation from my neck. I want my mother to tell me, "You've never looked more beautiful" rather than my host's children running in and out lying about how pretty I looked just to keep me happy. lol. More than anything I want my daddy to walk me down the aisle and get choked up as he says, "Her mother and I do."
Needless to say... while I'm happy to be married to my Kenyan Husband, I must have an AMERICAN wedding because
I AM NOT KENYAN!
*Please note.... this blog is just for laughs... I was very pleased with marrying Aldo in Kenya and enjoyed having his family there to celebrate with us... I'm just anxious for him to get here so we can celebrate with my family as well.
So I did the very thing (well pretty darn close to it) I always made fun of Mama for. My mom got married in her Pastor's house and had a small reception in the basement of the church she grew up in. What I teased my mom about was the wool skirt and sweater she wore on her wedding day. What did I wear on my wedding day? I borrowed from my host mom the only dress that would fit: a black and blue dress just below the knee.
I didn't have the fourteen bride's maids I'd always dreamed of but I did have my best friend. I didn't marry in the church I grew up in with my friends and family but did have a cozy room in the court house with Aldo's parents and my host family.
What's funny about this day was what it took to get to the wedding? My friends and I laugh about how nothing in Kenya ever started on time. We constantly were easily agitated by the tardiness or even lack of concern for time. Tell me why I am the one, THE AMERICAN GIRL, who made everyone late for my own wedding.
Pam brought her flat iron so I could straighten my hair and surprise Aldo. My hair was freshly washed and dried. Just as I finished straightening one section and moving to the next, the section I just straightened turned into a fuzz ball. Half way through my hair I realized the African humidity just wouldn't allow me to have a nice hair style even on MY day. I believe at one point I screamed at my host mother and bit my best friend's head off about the heat in the room. Not even the fan my host mom brought cooled things down. My make up was now running down my face.
By the time Aldo saw me in the compound of the home, I looked a hot mess. I remember wanting to cry because this was not a good representation of me.
With that said, I know its the marriage that counts- not the wedding day... but I'm serious when I say I CAN'T WAIT FOR A REDO.
I want my best friend Landen to play the baby grand piano rather than have my host mom lead a song way off key. lol. I want my two best girl friends to fluff my white gown on either side rather than have only one wipe the running foundation from my neck. I want my mother to tell me, "You've never looked more beautiful" rather than my host's children running in and out lying about how pretty I looked just to keep me happy. lol. More than anything I want my daddy to walk me down the aisle and get choked up as he says, "Her mother and I do."
Needless to say... while I'm happy to be married to my Kenyan Husband, I must have an AMERICAN wedding because
I AM NOT KENYAN!
*Please note.... this blog is just for laughs... I was very pleased with marrying Aldo in Kenya and enjoyed having his family there to celebrate with us... I'm just anxious for him to get here so we can celebrate with my family as well.