The Wedding

Trip Start Aug 19, 2007
Trip End Ongoing

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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

The weather is far to cold for flip-flops today, but that is what I will wear on my feet until I exchange them for the glass slippers I will wear this afternoon when I marry Dave. I feel like Cinderella; a princess who's fairytale dream is about to come true. Behind me is the pain of loss; in front of me is a life of joy that will begin today with my new life partner by my side, as family and friends witness and celebrate the event with us.
The final preparations have begun; Jumana (my daughter-in-law) does my hair, while her friend does my manicure and pedicure. From there we head to the hall and meet my sister Laurie, my brother-in-law Glen and their foster-son, Tristan. Questions fly from all directions; table placement, band platform, center pieces, cake location, guest book, etc., etc. Glen works on setting the stage for picture taking and video. Laurie, Jumana and Tristan arrange the wedding favours and set-up. I bounce from thing to thing, nervously excited about the day's event. Dave will be here soon to complete the final details and be host to our arriving guests, while I stay in a back room waiting to make my entrance. I can't bear to not see Dave before the ceremony begins and I figure that even though my nails and hair are done, I'm just wearing blue jeans, a t-shirt and my trusty orange flip-flops so it will be okay for me to stay out front and run to greet him when he arrives.
Guests are also starting to arrive; John jokingly questions me on my excessively casual attire; it is time for me to make my exit. The transformation begins; the dress that will add to the feeling of being a princess - thank you Laurie for insisting I get it. Then the simple shell jewellery that feels like precious gem stones next to my skin, a touch of make-up and finally the glass slippers; they slide effortlessly onto my pedicured feet and the transformation is complete. With excited anticipation I pace around the room...waiting. I hear familiar voices of family and friends, the songs Dave and I chose for today are playing in the back ground - I want to be out there with them all and I know I soon will be.
My grandson Zain arrives to escort me and it is time to make an entrance. Hand in hand, Zain and I walk through the archway decorated with twinkling lights. Straight ahead at the other end of the hall stands my prince Dave and John, our minister and cousin to Dave; they are watching as Zain and I walk toward them. I see the look on Dave's face and I know he is pleased. At each table our family and friends are standing, waving and most importantly - smiling. It feels so wonderful to see those smiles; today, together we will celebrate a happy event. I will later be told (by my camera man brother-in-law) that I walked to fast; but at the time I had no idea that I was doing anything other then floating toward Dave.
The ceremony is lovely and each word spoken by John and those repeated by Dave and I, are exactly what we want to express. Thank you John for working so close with us and ensuring the ceremony was solemn and at the same time joyful. We sign the documents with our witnesses Deb, Dave's sister and her partner Ken. The moment is now here - John announces, Mr & Mrs Dave and Genny Barons - we are married. Witnessed by God, family and friends, we are now a couple for life.
Let the party begin - dancing, eating and most importantly this was our first chance to greet our guests; together as husband and wife. Dave will play the drums for a couple of songs and I will pretend I am a movie star wearing my Aunt Gail's beautiful fake fur coat. Before we know it our hellos have to be replaced with good byes. Our only regret of the day is not having more time to spend visiting with each and every guest.
The ceremony and reception are now finished; Dave and I gather the lovely cards and gifts received from all of you - Thank you. We certainly didn't make it easy for you knowing that we would be leaving for Honduras soon after the wedding.
From Bingaman's we drove to a beautiful bed & breakfast in Guelph were we would stay one night before returning to Barrie and a few days later - our home on Roatan.

I brought my glass slippers with me to Roatan and it is very unlikely that I will have an opportunity to wear them here, but even though I am back to wearing my orange flip-flops...I still feel like a princess living with my prince...and they lived happily ever after. THE END
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