Posted in Family life

Everyone Loves a Wedding


On Friday my stepson married his gorgeous bride (and I MEAN gorgeous – stunning, divine, beautiful – you name it she was all of the above).

I’ve had many proud days but this was one of the proudest. Of course the proudest being giving birth. But though I didn’t give birth to Kris (yes, I’ll credit his own mum with that) I have helped bring him up. I love him as if he were my own, and as a step-son, his is. To see him with his younger brothers standing beside him in his (sexy) white shirt and them in their black shirts – I can just say – wow! I had tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat the size of a tennis ball.

Our mixed family (steps, halves, married, not married, not related) all came along and blended well. I guess it’s the way things are today. Families just aren’t what they used to be. Now, at ‘family gatherings’ (incidentally this is what the ‘wedding’ was called to avoid paying over three times the price) there is no normal family.

So at this wedding there is a groom (Kris), bride (Elise). Kris’s dad is my husband. Kris’s mum has a partner. My sons were the groomsmen or witnesses (wow did they look handsome in their black shirts and so grown up) and are Kris’s brothers (halves but we never say that because they are just all brothers). Elise’s sister and brother were the other witnesses. My family (my mum – Nana to Kris, sister and her husband, brother and his wife – are all the steps) all attended. My husband’s parents. Half of Elise’s family were missing. Half of the groom’s mother’s were missing. For different family estrangement reasons it made us and odd and mixed bunch.

It didn’t matter at all because everyone was happy sharing the joy of their wedding day. Yes, over the years we’ve all had our ‘moments’ trying to bring up a little boy in two different families, in two different states, with totally different viewpoints, but we all got past that for this enormous family event.

We shared delicious food, a good quantity of beverages (yes alcohol) and much laughter and reminiscing. I can only hope that when Kris and Elise sit proudly at their own children’s weddings that, no matter what course their life and marriage takes, that everyone will choose happiness over anger and fun over jealousy and love above everything else.

To Elise and Kris – happy marriage – and you did indeed make the most adorable couple and should have been in the social pages – alas none of us are famous and I’m glad we kept it between ourselves. But really, the satin blue Manolo Blahniks that Elise wore with her pearl white dress were definitely ‘Sex and the City’ and made the wedding that much more special because it had the bride’s touch.

Me – I’m the proud step-mum and now prouder step-mum-in-law and I finally have a daughter.

Author:

Donna Munro is the author of The Zanzibar Moon and Kendwa's Secret, freelance writer, blogger, graphic artist, content writer, book marketer, administrator, web editor and book reader. She's been published in Take Five, The Australian Woman's Weekly, For Me, She, That's Life, Woman's Day and Club Life (as well as smaller publications). In 2017 she formed Warm Witty Publishing to self publish her debut novel 'The Zanzibar Moon'. Donna lives on the Gold Coast with her husband, youngest son and the weirdo Staffy Mahli. She adores being a grandmother but still feels young. She often joins her husband's pool cleaning business, just for fun (but is unsure if she's all that helpful). She keeps fit and has a fondness for elephants (she sponsors Tundani in Kenya) and owls. You'll often find her digging her toes in the sand while reading a novel at the beach.

One thought on “Everyone Loves a Wedding

Feel free to comment, thank you.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s