HE WED/ SHE WED

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THIS JUST IN....

Ok, so I pulled an accidental all-nighter reading bridal magazines, cross referencing the dresses with websites, posting multi-colored sticky notes to the various pages and taking note of the ads for favors. Dan walks in. Looks really, really frightened and offers, "I don't fear being married. I fear the wedding.''

What most brides worry about: the venue, the dress, the food, the music.
What Late Discovery Adoptee Brides worry about: placement at the "family table.''
So I've got my Mom who neglected, for her own reasons, to tell me that i was adopted, allegedly coming to my wedding and informing me that no one else from our family will fly out from Maryland. She may even drive, being that she loathes air travel. Still, I'd suspect Sprinsteen to play the event before Mom drove across the country. Point is, my birth family comprises the majority of my guest list. I'm already stressing about what Mom will think when i address the 80-year-old gent as "Grandpa'' and throw my arms around my sisters. Mom knows these people exist but has never seen them. Never heard them. Never asks about them. Eh, at least I won't care if my dress gets stained.

It just wouldn't come. And it wouldn't come. And then it came from Iowa.
With a 16x20-inch framed photograph we've dotingly dubbed "The Ransom Note,'' Dan proposed to me on June 1, 2006. The photo arrived via USPS from a woman in Centerville, Iowa. Iowa?! Using individual letters he photographed from signs around town, he spelled out the words, "Will You Marry Me?'' Duh. I kissed him, accepted and immediately called the Hotel del Coronado. He laughed at my forethought. He hasn't seen anything yet.
Oh...Iowa...he gave the cardboard-wrapped photograph to his friend, Jeff's girlfriend, who traveled to Iowa to visit her grandparents. In Centerville.