La Boda

As most of you know, as of last week today, there is one less Miss Glenn in the world. The sister formerly known as Miss Glenn is now Mrs. Biggs, and her plus one has become a permanent addition to our family. So, as you might have surmised by now, this is to put it simply the wedding blog.

August 2, 2008- 2:01pm

Standing in my tea-length gown in a line of navy clad bridesmaids, my eyes followed my sister as she made her way down the aisle situated between my beaming parents, and two thoughts crossed my mind:

1. What a breathtakingly gorgeous bride- still just a small indication of what a beautiful person she truly is.

2. Marriage scares the bejesus out of me.

Let me elaborate. I realize this second observation is slightly less eloquent and more selfishly focused than the first, but it is something that has been somewhat abruptly brought to my attention these past few weeks, and I suppose as a mature, emotionally aware, healthy minded, elegant, clever, 22 year old woman with an understated sophistication.....sorry. I got carried a bit away. Anyways, I figure I need to face my fears and take this scary marriage thing head on.

So how did I come to this realization? Well first of all, I've never thought all that much about getting married. It was always some significant but distant point in my future that would come, "when I meet the right person." However, as a recent college graduate, I have been bombarded by wedding announcements of not only recent friends but also of people whose names have long ago been stored away in my head under one file or another from what seems a lifetime ago. However, no matter how forgotten the aquaintance or how predictable the proposal the shock remains the same. How can these people do it?

Now my sister was a different story. For years we've been expecting the engagement and subsequent marriage of Therese and her long time boyfriend Richard. It wasn't so much a question of if but when. Despite a few rough spots which I like to refer to as "growing moments," the couple made it through college, law school, a career change, and one stressful summer to take their walk down the aisle. And, although I feel priveledged to have been included in the process, it has been the catalyst to my ever-growing gamophobia (AKA fear of marriage. It's amazing what you can discover on wikipedia). At first, watching my sister plan her wedding was a breeze. It MIGHT have been the fact that I was living thousands of miles and an ocean away. It wasn't until I arrived home with less than three weeks to go until the big day that I realized one very important fact: weddings turn women crazy. And not only the bride by the way, but the any other women who might take the challenge to help her-in this case, my mom. And I don't mean the "oh that's cute, slightly norotic but endearing" kind of crazy. I mean the full-on stressed out, slightly hysterical, unreasonable type. As I write this, I realize there is a good possibility that the blushing bride and her distinguished mother will read this, so I confess there might be some unintentional exageration in my agitated state and I apologize for that. However, my feelings remain the same. I just know that with my unfortunate personality trait combination of procrastination and perfectionism, planning a wedding will be the death of me. Not to mention the fact that you are about to pledge your life to someone else. I'm gonna be real honest here, I can barely take care of myself at this point of my life let alone consider planning in another human being into the equation. It's funny looking back on that "10 year plan" they have you concoct in your high school English class: I swear I had myself married by 25. Ha. What a joke. I can't count the number of people at the wedding who asked me if I was next; I managed to hold my laughter almost half the time which, by the way, I consider quite an accomplishment.

Oops. I've just glanced over my blog and realized that most if not all of you must be tired of reading my rant on nuptial bliss (well, at least those of you who have managed to get through it to this point), so I now promise to cease and desist. What I REALLY should be blogging about it how wonderful the wedding turned out, how great it was to see all my family, and how blessed I am to have a new brother-in-law. Since my prose has been so jaded up to this point, I'll just let my pictures do the rest of the talking.

Sidenote: As I sat typing this my kind father referred to me as the senior Glenn sister. In addition to not really calming my nerves, now I have a whole new subject to worry about-getting old. However, I'll leave that subject for another post. Onto the pictures...

The Last Night of singledom and the rehearsal dinner...with Grandma

How many bridesmaids does it take to lace up one gown?

Mom adjusting the same veil she wore 26 years ago for Therese

Reality sets in...'I'm actually getting married.'

My cousin Bridget minus two front teeth equals one adorable flower girl.

One groomsman minus one button (my brother Noah)

Moments before the ceremony-last chance to run. Only kidding. Sort of.

Still Daddy's girl

Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Richard Biggs