My sweet cousin, Nichelle, got married today in the Brigham City LDS Temple. I haven't been to a wedding, let alone a temple wedding, in a long time. It was a beautiful, although windy, day!
My Grandpa Allen was the temple sealer. For those wondering, LDS folk like myself believe that one can be sealed to their spouse {and family} for time and all eternity in the temple. A temple sealer is called of God to hold the Priesthood keys {or power} to seal couples and families and bind them together forever and ever and ever and ever and well you get the point. You can learn more
here.
Anyhoo, Jeff and I were the first grandkids my Grandpa sealed in the temple. So I like to tease him that's he has improved since our wedding 12 years ago. In a temple marriage, the sealer can give the couple advice before performing the actual sealing or ceremony. When we got married, my Grandpa told us that as long as you had one good saver and one good spender, you'd be OK. He also said that when we fought about something to use these three words, "You're probably right." I'm terrible, but those were the things that my foggy brain remembers after 12 years even though I know there was more.
He told Nichelle and her husband, Eric, to love each other for who they are... the good, bad, and ugly. It really struck me that I too need to love Jeff for who he is, even his "faults" that sometimes I wish he'd change. I do love that husband of mine! And if I'm honest with myself, his "faults" keep me on my toes and make life exciting and different. I mean, who'd want to be married to me :)
The infamous "wedding socks" that get worn to every single wedding. When we got married, Jeff thought for sure his tux would come with a pair of black socks. Well, they didn't and when he got to the temple, the only pair he had was the ones he had on... cream with a checkerboard pattern in them. My Uncle Bob, who was our photographer, about DIED when he saw them! Jeff had broken the cardinal rule of photography... never, ever, under no circumstances wear white socks, especially when you are wearing black from head to toe! It's been a joke ever since and I'm pretty sure we have a picture of Jeff and his wedding socks at every ceremony we've been to.
Oh, I forgot to say that before the wedding, Jeff and I ditched the kids with Jeff's parents {THANK YOU!!!} for a nice, quiet, adult-only lunch at Maddox! Oh we gorged ourselves on steak, rolls, raspberry butter, shrimp, salad..... yum yum yum. We showed up at the temple fat and happy. This is important for today's story because my parents who were supposed to go to lunch with us BEFORE the ceremony didn't make it in time. But my Dad was starving, near "ugly hour" as we call it, and offered to take us to Maddox to eat. Well. You can't turn down Maddox! So back we went for round two {desserts and rolls this time}, sitting in the booth just across the from where we had sat two hours earlier. The waitress said if we made it back for round 3at dinner time, it was on her.
We didn't make it back because we stayed at the reception too late. I loved how Nichelle had decorated for it. It was so her and I'm thinking Jeff and I should have a redo and hire Nichelle to decorate the party.
I asked for one nice picture of me and my love......
Seriously?
SERIOUSLY!!!!! {Thanks for the photo bomb Kurtis}
The most hilarious part of the night was right before Nichelle and Eric left. They handed out sparklers to everyone. The idea was to lighte them and have Nichelle and Eric run through us on their way to honeymoon bliss. Well, Jeff was standing by my Grandma Allen {who can be a bit sassy herself} and said he didn't want any premature "sparkulation." My Grandma about died! On his birthday a few weeks later, she sent him a card that said, "Jeff Happy Birthday! Don't have any premature sparkles. Just steady as she goes." To which he then gave her a box of sparklers for her birthday a few weeks after that.
Now that's a wedding!
