Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Lucky, lucky, lucky
It was brought home to me yesterday how lucky my husband and I were to have been so closely involved with the daughter’s wedding.
Chatting on the phone to one of my Christmas cards friends – the ones you’ve known for more years than you both care to remember but now only see once in a blue moon – I realised two things:
a) we got off very lightly in terms of the overall cost (my friend said that the daughter had spent more than £2,000 on the dress alone and that the husband had earmarked £30,000 for the event)
b) it was lovely having a chance to do the girly things that I never did for my own wedding – helping to choosing all the little details from the style for the invitations to the colour of the canna lilies and the bride’s dress.
My friend says the bride and groom – who are in their thirties – are organising everything themselves. That’s how it is these days.
After our daughter’s wedding she sent us a lovely card thanking us for making the day so special. Now I feel I should have sent her one – to thank her for giving me the chance to be so much a part of it.