Whose wedding was it anyways?

My parents were married right after the war....WWII. My mom's parents were immigrants just trying to make it with 8 kids. My parents got dressed in suits and went to the church and got married. And had a party afterwards. I still have a piece of note paper with the donations from friends at work...$1 and $2 were donated from the workers at Lyon Metal where they worked in Chicago Heights. (Yes, my mom was a Rosie the Riveter!)

My oldest sister eloped. My next sister eloped. I did not....so that was the wedding my mom had dreamed of...and boy was it her way. I did choose this dress that I fell in love with...

(...and this is me in it tonight...I put it on every anniv...)

But after that it was all my mom. The church....I wanted a park- outdoors...I wanted a hat- those are for second weddings she said- I totally got railroaded...but my mom was happy. And I learned that when my own girls get married we will do what they want as long as it is within reason....and as for my dress...that I L-O-V-E-D way back... it is now the most hideous!

Tonight we had a nice dinner to celebrate #30...

and we went to dinner where we wanted, wore what we wanted, ate what we wanted...and of course paid for it ourselves.

*LIVESTRONG*LOVESTRONGER*LAUGH HARDER*CELEBRATE 30*