Me, Natasha and Sameer's mom Surinder
On the second day of wedding events, Natasha and Sameer had an Exchange of Vows ceremony in Laguna Beach. Again, everyone looked absolutely beautiful. Sameer had shaved his beard and was looking very handsome and Natasha looked like she stepped out of a bridal magazine.
Like any gaggle of girls getting ready for something as important as a wedding, we were running just a tad bit behind. Natasha gets into her dress and all we have to do is zip her up. So I do my bridesmaid duty and start to zip her up. The zipper only gets about half way up her back and then stops ... and doesn't look like there is anyway in hell it is going to go any farther. Me and another bridesmaid silently look at each other in horror! Natasha has 0% body fat ... there is nothing to suck in and I do not want to be the one to strike fear into a hurried bride as we are already 15 minutes into the ceremony time and still at the hotel room.
Thank god I remembered Natasha telling me how the bridal shop kept insisting that she buy a bigger dress and "just pay the alteration cost". Natasha insisted that is was a waste of money and the rack dress fit ... perfectly. Natasha is not one to be wrong about this sort of thing so I called her sister Jessica over. I tried to word it as calmly as possible so I didn't bring any attention to the problem to Natasha. "Jessica, have you zipped this dress up on Natasha before? Would you mind helping me?" Sure enough, super Jessica to the rescue. Jess told Natasha to suck it in (like only a sister can) and Jess pulled and zipped like a pro. I had never felt such relief in my life.
For a lot of Sameer's family and friends this was their first American wedding so it was very cool to see so many people really taking it all in instead of just wriggling in their seats waiting for some champagne. It seemed to make it all the more special. Natasha's in-laws found a lot of similarities between some of the reading from the Bible and their own. I love how taken every one's faces looked at each word read. Many of them said they were surprised at how short it was but really liked the simplicity of it all. The girls loved the American wedding dress as much as I loved all the beautiful Indian dresses.
Grandma & Nolan
What happens when you take an 18 month old to a wedding. Thankfully, he was actually very very good 99% of the time. He just didn't want to sit still for any photos. True to form, he followed the flower girls around trying to hug on them. (He's been very interested in hugging girls lately .. and putting his arm around them ... and holding their hand ... and kissing them) He was also very interested in the quartet and spent a lot of time with Papa talking about the different instruments and listening to the music.
Martin & I (and baby Fletcher part 2)
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