By Staff
Leada DeVaney, Editor
I've been doing nothing but answering questions since the moment I announced to family and friends that, after two years, five months and five days, Greg and I have decided to get married.
The ring wasn't on my finger a minute when I got the first question. It was from Greg's son, Derek.
"Can we have a medieval wedding? Everyone could bring me a sword," he said.
"I'll have to think on that one," I replied.
Since that Saturday two weeks ago, the questions have just kept coming and they have covered a range of topics. The majority of the questions have come from my mother, the queen of planning and organization. They include:
Question: "When's the date?"
Answer:"Sometime next fall."
Follow-up question, this time with more emphasis: "Do you know what day yet? I have to find a dress."
Question: "Will your sister be maid of honor?"
Answer: "Yes. And before you ask, I will tell you I do not care what she wears, as long as it's pretty."
Question: "OK. She's already shopping for her dress."
Question: "Will it be a big wedding?"
Answer: "No. Very small. No hoopla, no hoopskirts and no throwing rice or garters at anyone."
Question: "By small, do you mean I can't invite everyone in my Sunday School class and all the nurses on the floor from the hospital? And what about your second cousins? They will be upset if they don't get included."
Question: "Will you have a cake?"
Answer: "No, I was thinking about having a dessert table but not a cake."
Rebuttal (mother again): "You cannot have a wedding without a cake and your grandmother is already looking forward to making it and you have to have something to cut."
Corrected answer: "Of course we will have a cake, and I was hoping grandmother would make it for me."
Question: "What type of dress will you wear?"
Answer: "I don't have a clue. I thought I would worry about all that after Christmas. I was thinking about wearing a suit."
Question: "A suit! You cannot walk down the aisle wearing a suit. You can at least wear a dress."
Response no. 2: "I was thinking of wearing a dress. Maybe you could go with me to pick it out."
And so it begins and I guess this is part of the fun. If it gets too much, Greg has already said we could elope. And, if not, we can always decide to go with the medieval theme, complete with swords.