There’s a Beatles Song for Every Occassion

That’s what my Dad always told me.

And he was right.  For our dance together I chose In My Life by The Beatles

Maybe you’re the type of person who has heard this song and thought – SAP-PY. (Kate I’m looking at you).

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

But when I hear this song I think of my Dad.  It makes me think “There’s a Beatles song for everything,” and it makes me think, isn’t that what every kid should have, a parent who loves them more than anyone else in the world.

I think so.


Thanks for the dance Dad and all your love before and since!

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Flowers – Oh the Flowers!!

Our flowers were done by two different vendors, one for bouquets and boutenierres as well as the large flower arrangements for the head table and church and a whole other person for the centrepieces.

Both were stunning.

The bouquets etc. were done by a local store Cassidy’s in Newmarket.  They were exceited about my orange and gray vision but I had a few doubts.  First, when we went to confirm everything what I thought was generating a brainstorm list turned out to be the actual list of all the different types of flowers that would be in each bouquet.  So much for simple. Second, when I picked up the flowers for the cake they were arranged in really old-school traditional round toppers. To be honest I dropped them off with the cake lady and told her – feel free to pull them apart and use what you want… she did.  It may have lead to a small panic attack on my end but to be honest, by that point – what was I going to do about it?  Nothing.  So I hoped for the best and moved on.

However, when they were delivered OMG stunning.

The church flowers were traditional and nothing to really write home about as far as blow your mind fantastic in a church but once they were brought to the venue and combined with the smaller arrangements that were there.  Again, stunning.  Really really pretty. And A LOT of flowers! Mom was sending them home with anyone who would take them!

The table centrepieces were a whole other story. They were the beautiful work of a new friend of my parents.  Again, I was a little nervous because I really didn’t know what I wanted. I became almost completely overwhelmed when we went flower depot shopping but they ended up being another wonderful example of “trust the experts” – absolutely gorgeous.  For the centrepieces I wanted to make sure that the people I wanted to take them home got them, so I included a note on the back of selected place cards with a special thank you for all of their help and support asking them to please accept the centrepiece as a small token of our appreciation.   For the most part it worked, I think… but I know there were a few people that were supposed to get one that didn’t – sneaky non rule following guests!

The biggest pro of the centrepieces? They lasted.  Jan told us they would. She made the trek to the flower depots and picked up flowers as fresh as they could possibly be.

I loved that.

At the Table

Guests sat down to place cards that were colour coded by meal choice. It’s really likely that no one noticed that except for me, but it made me calmer.  It likely didn’t help the catering staff any, since I had already provided them a spreadsheet with each person’s name, meal and location at the table. But like I said, it made me feel better.

In addition to their place card, at each guest found a box of two truffles with one of three tags on it,

And a personal and heartfelt thank you from The Boy and I. I saw this idea on a blog post over at Style Me Pretty and fell in love.  Since as the bride and groom you don’t really get the chance to talk to everyone as much as you would like and you really don’t get to give a heart-felt thank you to each and every person, I loved that this gave me the opportunity to really think about why each person was there and what we wanted them to know about how we felt about them.  We were genuinely so touched that so many people travelled from out-of-town and across the country to be with us on our wedding day. We wanted every person that was in the room, in the room – and were thrilled they were able to make it. So we told them.

I debated FOREVER how to put together all the information I wanted at the table and finally decided to go the SUPER easy route and print it all on a prefolded silvery/gray card.  Done.

At each table the card held their table name and symbol on the outside, and inside the evening’s menu

And a description of what we were doing as a thank you.

Now you might be thinking, but wait – aren’t the truffles your thank you.  Yes, they were. But our lovely friend Carley made all 300 truffles as a wedding gift to us, so were able to do both. We made a $175 donation to Kiva, so every other table had the story of a different woman entrepreneur – 7 in total. I’m also happy to report that as of last week we have reinvested in another 5 entrepreneurs and 3 of our original loans have been paid back in full.  I love Kiva – it is an awesome concept.

The last little touch was custom-made M&Ms in orange and gray on each table. They had our initials, “I Do” 9-10-11 and various pictures.  They were so sweet (and delicious) and were not only a fun addition, but a throw back to the M&M machine that lives in my parent’s basement that is always full when there is a party.  It’s not a family party without M&Ms.

There was of course one more big touch that really made the room – and that of course, is the flowers…

Wedding Wednesday – Modelling

Whoever said modelling was easy…

Was right.  The next 2 hours of our W-day were spent having our pictures taken.  Over and over and over again.  And while the candid snap shots that Brian from Cross Hatched Productions took of us while David from West Photo was changing lenses or brainstorming may look like we were really distressed or bored through the whole thing.  I assure you,

We were not.

These are some of my favourite pictures from both photographers.  We LOVE all of the traditional shots that David took, and my gut instincts about my love of the barn turned out to be completely true – the light through the old barn walls was awesome.  But the shots that Brian got of David taking pictures complete the whole story I think.  So enough yapping.

Here are some of my favourites.

Behind the scenes from Cross Hatched Productions:

In front of the scenes from West Photo:

In the meantime my lovely parents fulfilled my hunger needs and brought enough Subway to feed an army.  While mom told dad not to get any kind of dressing or sauce on them, he apparently wasn’t paying attention – so I very carefully and delicately scarfed down some food before I passed out in hunger.

One of the smartest decisions in our planning process was getting ourselves a big yellow school bus to take our guests from the hotel to the reception and back.  We didn’t have to worry about anyone drinking and driving which was more than worth the 5 million conversations with the bus driver we (okay mom) endured.

What we may have forgotten was to do a head count of the number of people that would be coming from the hotel, and we ended up needing 2 trips to get everyone there.

It didn’t really matter, it just meant there was some waiting around for family photos but in the end Mom and Nanny got what they wanted, all 10 kids and half of the grandchildren.

I Meaghan take you Boy

How do I capture this moment? What I was thinking? (try not to cry) What I was feeling? (nauseous)

I guess I’ll just start from the beginning.  The music started.

Forrest Gump Suite.  Do you know it? We love movies the Boy and I and this one is quite possibly one of the best.  Plus, it’s such a great piece of music.

The girls went up and the last one to leave me was Sista, who wished me luck, and when she was at the front she gave the Boy a big hug (she said it just didn’t feel right to walk right passed him like she didn’t even know him) and then it was just me and my dad.

I stepped into the doorway and the tears started coming. But I looked straight ahead and focussed all my attention on the Boy and on not having makeup run down my face in the pictures.

Friends told me later they had never seen someone look like they were concentrating so hard and so focused.  One goal. Get to the Boy.  Get married.

We went through the beginning of the mass and as soon as the Boy and I were able to sit down – and listen the words we chose.

First up, Song of Songs  we chose it because I love the line My Beloved is mine, and I am my Beloved’s. Love it. Why not open a wedding with a love poem?

Second up, Letter of St. Paul to the Romans 12:1-2, 9-18; LOVES the line Rejoice with those who rejoice, Weep with those who weep. It’s a list of high ideals to aspire to – but hey, there’s nothing wrong with lofty goals.

Gospel, Matthew 5:1-12a I love the Beatitudes. Love them. Life is a mix, good and bad and so is marriage, love and faith can get you through.  Come on that’s just a good message to remember.

Side note here, while I had the more churchy upbringing the Boy knew what he wanted, or more specifically what he didn’t. Corinthians. Love IS patient and Love IS kind. But as the Boy says, “I hear the Bible has a lot of to say, I’m pretty sure we can find something that doesn’t make me think of Wedding Crashers”  Well said Boy. Well said.

Post readings, the vows. The big show. We didn’t write our own, in the Catholic church, since marriage is a sacrament they discourage you from writing your own vows but give you several to choose from. We went traditional.

It didn’t take long. But in those few moments we did it.

Married.

Mr and Mrs.

And I felt… hungry.

We went through the remainder of the mass and while walking up to sign the register, I tripped.  Seriously.  Just a small one. And only fitting really.  Coordinated? Not so much.

There we are signing away, I turned to our priest and said – “This is the wrong song”  He smiled and laughed and said “We had to make an executive decision – I was hoping you wouldn’t notice!” I told him – “You’ve obviously never planned a wedding if you thought I wouldn’t notice!” The Luckiest isn’t Catholic enough (or at all) apparently.

So it got cut. Shoot.

So the song was wrong.  I didn’t care.  The right song would have been lovely. But the wrong song was nice too – and spoiler alert, that was the only thing that went wrong (besides the trip I guess). And that’s good enough for me.  I was happy that I chose to write down the words to the right song in our program.

That’s it. We were married.  We RAN back up the aisle – the Boy has LONG legs when he wants to and then we shared high fives, hugs and fist pumps all around.

Done and done.  Married.

Let’s party. 

But first… I’m starving someone find me some food!

The Details

A brief time out from the nervousness of waiting for things to start, to bring you a little DIY.

There wasn’t really a LOT of DIY in our wedding, mostly text stuff.  But one of the things that was Designed it Yourself was our church program.

I asked our priest if there were words he had to say, or things that should be in the program but he said “Don’t put too much in there – I won’t say half of it anyway.” Alright then.

You may or may not know that a Catholic mass is quite… involved.  And since it is only my family that are Catholic we wanted a program that would be helpful for everyone, but not a book.  Definitely not a book.

So we I put this together with the wonderful help of Pages brought to me by Apple.  Brilliant.

I included the words to The Luckiest – which was to be sung while we signed made it legit in the eyes of our Province not just in the eyes of God. Love this song, and loved that even if no one noticed – for me it tells the story of how we feel and what we hope for.  Love, love, love you Ben Folds.


And instead of putting the words to the readings, we put why we picked them.  And I can firmly say we since we really did pick them together.

We also managed to use more of our engagement photos and brought a little more family memory into our service. These are the things that I’m sure were only noticed by some, but for us, well me (let’s be honest) these were the details that meant the most to me and worth the effort.

Catholic Mass explained on one page – CHECK!

The Countdown Counts Down…

The Countdown to 3:00 tick-tocked away, and it was time for both The Boy and I to get ready and get photographed.  Thanks again to West Photo – as promised a photo heavy post to make up for the missed week!

We both had some help getting ready.

The Boy had help with his tie

I had help with my shoes

The Boy posed by the window

And so did I.

The Boy was feeling a little nervous (and hungover)

I was too (nervous not hungover) – but my family heckled me to make sure I kept laughing.

The Boy hung out with his Boys

My Girls were still getting made up – so I hung out with the girls I always need most.

The Boy’s parents were ready to go

My parents were ready to go…. which meant

20 more photos with the car and we were ready to go!

Good Morning W-day

My morning started early.  About 5:45 was when I woke up.  I was a little bit angry as I usually am when I wake up too early.  I tried to go back to sleep. No dice.

I checked my Facebook at about 6:15 and got my first best wishes message from Cousin Stacey.

“I just read your blog it made me laugh reminded me of someone I know 5 months ago. I remember thinking while sitting at the dinner table in front of the large crowd ‘ huh guess we should have planned what we were gonna say’ but that and all the other details just didn’t matter I was having too much fun. My hair was falling out my dress kept falling off my shoulders yet I didn’t care it was just all too exciting and I have a feeling you will know just what I mean! I look forward to hearing what your fave part of the day is after it is all said and done, I know mine was coming home at the end of the night and talking with paul for hours about the wedding since we really didn’t get to chat the whole evening!

Congrats, wish we could be there..I can feel your excitement from here lol. Hope you get some sleep!! Can’t wait to see pictures no doubt they and you will be breathtaking!!

Congrats Mrs.M!!!”

I cried. It was just what I needed to start my day – a heartfelt reminder to relax, enjoy and love every minute of it.

I turned on the lights and got an equally heartfelt text message from Sista. Another message telling me to enjoy and love it, and that she was happy for me.

I cried.

Then I got myself together and headed out to get my hair done.  First appointment was at 7:30 and 45 minutes away.

I didn’t cry while having my hair done, maybe I would have if I had had the veil moment (FYI my hairdresser told me all about how much he hates veils while he was doing my hair and how he was THRILLED that I wasn’t covering up his masterpiece with a piece of fabric.)

I’ll note here that I did finally remember to eat – it didn’t last long.

Things we should have done in this stretch – 3 cars. There were 7 of us having our hair done, we came in two cars which worked but we probably should have left in 3… it would have gotten make-up appointments started that much earlier. No biggie – we all got there and we were all beautiful.

As for my hair, I wanted it up but messy.  I wanted it to look like I could have done it myself – but didn’t. I didn’t want a bridal helmet, but I also didn’t want to be futzing with it all day.

I got exactly what I wanted.

Each of the girls got whatever they wanted. Some went up, some went with down, but all of them incorporated an orange fabric flower in their hair.

BEAUTIFUL!!

Special thanks to everyone at Hair After Salon and Spa for the AWESOME hair!

And BIG thanks to West Photo for all the beautiful pictures! Feel free to look – but don’t take what’s not yours!

The Night Before – For the Bride

Like I said, the day before was nutso. Not only was I spotted like a celebrity, but I ran around like a fool.

I found the picture - look how tired I look!

I dropped bags at the hotel, had a manicure, set up the entire venue décor (okay, that really wasn’t that bad – flowers were all delivered Saturday and it’s not like we were setting tables), and cleaned the apartment (I really was wishing I didn’t have to add that to the list, but the boys were getting ready there – which meant pictures and friends of ours were crashing there instead of the hotel, it needed to be clean). By the time my mom called in a panic that there weren’t enough rooms at the hotel (there were it was just complicated because I booked them all under one credit card but they were being paid for with another) I was done.  DONE.

I settled myself into my room and started delegating. I sent family in from out of town to pick up my Grandmother, I asked BFF Kate to try and pick up chocolate for the day after party chocolate fountain. I laid in the lovely king size bed by myself and tried to close my eyes for a quick nap.

It didn’t happen.

Instead of sleeping the night away as I may have preferred I went out for dinner with some family that was in from out of town including this lovely lady, my Great Aunt Doreen.  I love her. She’s a redhead too and whenever I see her she says “Helloooo Red!”  Two of her daughters brought her from Detroit to be part of our day and I was so happy to have this dinner to actually spend a little time with them.


Also included in the pre-wedding festivities, Sista and all bridesmaids with the exception of BFF Kristyn who was very sad to miss it, but had a very legitimate reason for missing out. Mom, of course and Almost MIL, and Nanny.  We went to Aqua Grill in Aurora which as always was delicious but super busy, and the service was REALLY slow.  I think the problem was two fold: 1. they were trying to give us lots of time to chat and socialize and not make us feel rushed at all (normally appreciated) and 2. we were starving.  Once again eating was not really my priority that day and everyone was really hungry which meant that while they were being polite we were cursing their politeness.

Nonetheless it was delicious.  We chatted and had a really relaxing evening, and after returning to the hotel enjoyed a pre-wedding night cap.

I mentioned this before but my American out-of-towners are super-d-duper Catholic and LOVE LOVE LOVE Mother Mary.  So while everyone was enjoying a little Harvey’s Bristol Cream, and I was putting wedding dinner music on a USB stick and crossing other rediculous things off my list, one of my mom’s cousins took her drink downstairs poured a little bit on the ground and said a Hail Mary.  This was all to ensure not that we would have a blessed life (that apparently is a given) but that I would enjoy sunny skies and good hair on my wedding day.

I’m not quite sure where that is written in the Bible but it totally worked so whatever!

I headed back to my hotel room settled in and wrote my last blog post as a single girl.

1 more sleep!

The Week Before

We’ve already covered the day before the day before – when I interviewed for my now job.  Little stressful to say the least and this is not something that I recommend to future BTBs, that said it seems to have worked out so I guess it wasn’t that bad – perhaps even made me memorable.

The plan all along was to be completely done by the week before and max it and relax it all week-long.  I figured all of my help went back to school that week so I had no excuses for not pushing up my deadline by a week and having absolutely everything finished by the rehearsal dinner.  This obviously didn’t happen – no matter how much I try to trick myself into pushing up a deadline it never works.  As I type this it’s less than 2 weeks to Christmas and I am nowhere near ready.

What can I say.  I work to a deadline.  It’s part of my charm.

So what did I do the week before – all kinds of things that could have been done months before of course!

Details.  The week before was all about the details.

I created the final final final list for tables

The Boy did name cards

I picked up and delivered flowers for the cake

There was nearly a favour tag crisis when I thought they got lost in the mail – but they arrived and they looked AWESOME, and tasted delicious

(the truffles not the tags)

I also went for my check up at Sunnybrook – and got a clean bill of health pre-wedding. Went for my final dress fitting, alone (I do not recommend this either – though really thought nothing of it at the time). Welcomed my out-of-town family with delicious dinner.  Sent The Boy out to be sporty. I think he played golf twice and baseball twice in the week before – it was better that way really.

And last but certainly not least – set up the venue on the day before… more on that next week.

The lesson was, I was pretty tired the week before. It was all completely unnecessary and necessary stress. On the one hand how nice would it have been to not have to do all that stuff the week before. On the other, what would I have done with all that free time?

Gone crazy that’s what.