Ah, the tropics…

While I was on vacation, I got to watch my Aunt’s wedding video. You may (or may not) remember that she was supposed to get married in Nov. - hence the trip - but had moved her wedding way up, so I was unable to go. Anyway, we watched the video, so it was a little like we were there. It was beautiful - everyone looked great, the music was lovely, and we all cried watching her mom (my grandma) cry. I especially cried when my Aunt added extra vows to her new husband’s son - including him in the ceremony by promising to love him along with his dad. Beautiful.

So, it got me thinking about weddings. I’m patiently waiting for my own ceremony. I’m also waiting for Stephanie’s wedding (hee hee). And in the meantime, I buy every copy of Martha Stewart Weddings - even though they’re mostly ads of things I’d never buy.

I want to get married in the Dominican Republic in Casa de Campo at the Altos de Chavon. There’s a gorgeous little chapel that overlooks the bluest water. One small problem - it’s a Catholic chapel, and they’d never allow us to marry there - but if I had my druthers, that’s where it would be.

We’d get all our clothes off of this cool site weddingtropics.com, and we’d live happily ever after. The boys would wear Guayaberas (wedding shirts), and the girls would wear sandals and bikini’s with sarongs. (In this dream, we’re all built like Jenny McCarthy.)

Where would your dream wedding be?