Well what to say about all that? The day of our lives, we think. Absolutely magical from start to finish. I believe that may even have surpassed the original, 25 years ago. The first time around, as much as you are driven by the excitement and the magnitude of the decisions you make, there is some honest apprehension when diving into the unknown for the rest of your life. Today was all about knowing absolutely to your core, what you want for the remainder of days. And that, for me, is all about more time with Miss Mel, the kids, family and friends. And today we celebrated all of that.
The day began at 8 a.m., when I was punted out the door by the Task Master Devo to get to downtown Oakville to the age-old "Victor's," the Portuguese barber, for my first-ever old-school shave and a haircut --- NOT, I might add, to be had at an old-school price of two bits. The steamy hot towel on the bearded face. The straight edge razor. The number two shear. And voila! Ready for my honey.
Upon completion, I hoofed it the length of Kerr Street to Lisa and Shelly's, stopping on the way to acquire one dozen Portuguese lemon custard tarts (the best in Oakville) and a double shot of espresso, 'cause I think I'm going to need it. Lisa and the girls are there to greet me. I offer up the Lemano's and ask for the use of a car to allow Mel and I some flexibility with the last minute running around. Ryan will have our car some of today to gather musicians and equipment for tonight. The second vehicle will come in handy. Hugs to our event coordinator and I'm off to the ice man.
Twenty four bags of ice and three blocks loaded to the back seat later, and I am in the driveway feeding the three beer keg bins with one block and eight bags cubed, each. Smothering them from top to bottom with icy goodness. The kegs are smiling up at me all happy, happy, happy as I bid them adieu, for now. "Get to work"!
The house is a bustle of last-minute preparation. In the early stages we find Mel and Emma working their way from room to room with Mel explaining the need and Emma jottin' down notes. They break and Em flies into gear drawing upon Ry and Dev to knock items from the list.
Mel begins distributing potted pansies to the exterior gardens and the porches, followed by tulips to every room in the interior. The fireplace mantle in the "chapel" is loaded. The seating for forty is set in place.
Enter Mom with the Church Lady sandwiches. Yum. She begins by setting the platters for the same followed by the pickle and olive and the cheese and fruit trays. Of course, with all the efficiency, she's done all that in no time and is looking for more. Somehow I decide that the job of cleaning the oven that I was supposed to get to three weeks ago was next on the list. And Super Mom, in her beautiful wedding attire, dons a wee apron, jumps right in, and gits 'er done. Mel arrives on the scene and questions just what I was thinking. Who ever said I was thinking?
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