(Grandpa and Me- yep, he was as funny as he was funny looking :))
So the tradition of something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue is I guess a big deal at the wedding. I of course have the something new as my dress...I just now have to figure out the something old, something borrowed, something blue. My sister had a fantastic idea for my something old. She asked if I could incorporate just one person in my wedding who couldn't be there, who would I choose? I said my Grandpa Marx.
I feel awful that I can't have any of my grandparents there, but the one that bugs me the most is him. To be honest, he was just my favorite. He passed away when I was 16, so luckily I got 16 years of some of my favorite memories with him. I would like to think I got my sense of humor from him. He was the man who gave me my first sip of beer- yep, right in the middle of Chuck E Cheese because I had the hiccups. Beer will always cure hiccups according to Al. He instilled in me my love of sports, encouraging me to be a tomboy. Unfortunately he was a huge Cubbies fan, but, he taught me to be passionate about my sports teams. Every morning when we would wake up and come downstairs for breakfast he would sing the Miss America Theme song....and follow it up with Good Morning Sunshine. He never passed up the opportunity to tell us he loved us and how important and beautiful we were. He taught me how to ride my bike. He taught me how to tell a joke. Most importantly he taught me how to take a joke.
Anyways, my sister brought up the idea of getting my Grandpa's wedding ring and putting it in my bouquet. I LOVE this idea! Especially because I have so much respect for this man and his marriage. He and my Grandmother were hopelessly in love with each other until the days they died...and spent every day together letting each other know it. If my marriage to Michael can even be a quarter of what their marriage was, I will consider our marriage a success.
Do you have any other suggestions for the something old, borrowed and blue?