You guys. I wish I could show you what my site is going to look like soon. I have always loved this design…the first one that Becca did. It has served me well, this theme. But now it’s time for something new. I’ll show you a teeny weeny little snippet so you can get an idea of what this is going to look like.
Becca completely captured the essence of ME. She is a genius. It’s like a dress I would wear with a pair of heels and a string of pearls and never want to take off. It’s clean, it’s fresh, it’s perfect.
Speaking of dresses…
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I am one of those who loves this kind of stuff. I am a sucker for a good Royal Wedding. You can judge all you like, that’s up to you. And while neither of the Princes are exactly my cup of tea (and I’d probably choose Harry over William if I could just forget about that time that Prince Harry dressed up like a Nazi although later apologized for), I teared up like mad during the ceremony. When William looked at her and said YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL, I wept for the new Princess. Could he have said anything more perfect, right then? Just a moment; a small, private, heartfelt moment during a huge televised-to-billions event.
My wedding almost 13 years ago was not a huge public affair. I mean, no one wanted to watch it on tv and you can sure as heck believe that not one person was setting their alarm clock at 4am for me. IMAGINE. But there was a moment like this at my wedding. A small, private, heartfelt moment.
It was just as my now-husband saw me for the first time. In an Orthodox Jewish wedding there is something called a bedeken. It is actually such a lovely tradition, and I was really so happy that this was a part of our wedding. Right before the ceremony, the bride sits in a chair and the groom, accompanied by friends and family take the brides veil and cover her face with it. Her veil remains over her face until the ceremony ends.
He came in close, just before veiling me (is that a thing?) and whispered something to me. There were no lip-readers at my wedding, but I will tell you what he said. I haven’t told anyone for 13 years.
(We had this inside joke that I can’t really even begin to explain, but we met at camp as basicallyinfants, and there was this depot with a giant sign that said SMP and we made a joke that it stood for sunshine monkey princess. It makes no sense, but we were kids, so just go with it…)
“Sometimes you’re my sunshine, and sometimes you’re my monkey…but right now you are very, very much my princess.”