As you may have read in this space, Wilson’s brother is getting married to a terrific gal this weekend. So basically our family can talk about nothing else and the preparations have taken over our lives. Dress alterations and a special bra (don’t ask!), tuxedo shoes rented and ties borrowed (Thanks Lisa!) speeches written and rewritten, family airport pickups and hotel room changes,… you get the picture.
But it’s all for the best reason, and I know once the roller coaster launches Friday night, it will be three days of joy and laughter (and maybe a little complaining from my boys about wearing a tuxedo.)
The impending nuptials inspired me to dust off Wilson and my wedding album from May 1998. We got married at the Union League Club in Chicago and it was a magical night. We even had a horse-drawn carriage drive us home. Too bad the photographer had already left and it was pre-smartphone days so we have no pictures of the romantic gesture that sent us off on our path to married life.
But I did find these photos that I thought you’d enjoy. You may have noticed I never use photos of Wilson on the blog. I’m making a small exception here but still trying to keep the mystery. Truth is, he looks better now than he did then– that stud– so you almost wouldn’t recognize him!!
I didn’t want an off-the-shoulder dress because I thought it would limit my dance moves. (No joke, I really thought that) but my mother talked me into this one. My favorite part was the long streamers off the bow on the back and the matching border on my veil. It’s the little things!
Can’t believe I made them buy matching navy dresses they’ll never wear again. Ah youth….
Can you guess which one is Wilson?
My brother walked me down the aisle.
I love this photo. The room was so pretty and old in a classic way. The chuppah was made out of birch trees and my great-grandmother’s table-cloth from Russia.
My dress didn’t stop me from dancing all night.
I love this picture of Wilson’s Michigan crew because it could have been taken last month at one of our kids’ bar mitzvahs. They still know how to party!
Mazel tov to Jon and Beth! May you be as happy and lucky as we are!