‘Are you going make a speech?’ Neil asked me, before and during the wedding.
‘I’ll do one if you forget anything in yours,’ I said.
‘I won’t. But you should say something, anyway. I don’t want a sexist weddingslashmarriage.’
‘Reason a billion and 31 why I love you.’
Anyway.
During his speech, my Dad told a story I mentioned in this post, and said that Lorna’s Dad is the best title he’s ever had. Well, being his daughter is pretty awesome, too.
The best man brought George Bailey-Penguin on the stage with him.
And then my husband got up and said marrying me was better than winning an Oscar. It’s funnier in context, but that was my favourite part of the whole thing. Followed by the part where he thanked Morgan Freeman for narrating his life.
Anyway.
Since the boys seemed to be having a good time, I got up there. Without notes, and with tears in my voice.
Here’s what I think I said. I’m happy I did, but I forgot the bold bits, until now. If I’d actually written a speech, it would have looked something like this:
Some of you may be surprised I haven’t written anything for this. I’m better on paper, but I wanted to thank everyone for sharing today with us. It would have been cool to get married on our own, but you guys made it awesome. I want to get around to everyone, but there it is.
I’d like to thank my family and friends, and my bridesmaids for putting up with me these 14 months and longer.
And thanks to my in-laws for having my husband.
I’d like to thank Jane and Amy for taking my cat. If it wasn’t for you guys, we might not be up here, either.
On that note, I’d like to thank my father for leaving the Seminary. That went well, aye?
My Dad. Father of the Bride. Not Father Jack. (photo taken by my father-in-law, also kinda neat.)
Thanks for going on, years later, to raise me to know that Neil was somewhere out there and that he’d want to marry me someday.
I know I’m good enough for him, because you loved me first.
And Neil, I arrived here 19 years ago, on your birthday. Scotland has given me so much, and I am most grateful for you.
I feel like I’ve known you a hundred years, and I’m just happy we made it legal.
Can we work on the cheese phobia now?
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Yes, please work on the cheese phobia. Life without cheese is like a martini without gin…not worth bending the elbow for. 😉
He’s getting hypnosis for Christmas. 😉
Lovely 🙂
btw I’ve just been hopping from post to post reading about the wonderful CJ, a wee tear for you having to give her up but very glad she’s gone to such a good home! xxx
I still think of her as my cat, but CJ is very happy. She even sent us a wedding card. 😉
In my wedding speech about Jose, I said he has great strength of character and is very good company. Those are essential in my book for a good marriage.
We should all do lunch.
Awesome line about your dad and the seminary and yes, the cheese phobia MUST go.
Good writing. Enjoyed reading.
“I know I’m good enough for him, because you loved me first.” Absolutely essential! It’s the greatest gift your dad could give you!
What’s a reception without George Bailey Penguin? Glad he made it there.
Lovely speech!
And…cheese phobia? Just any cheese or melted cheese? A friend of mine has a melted cheese phobia and I’d never heard of someone having a phobia for cheese in any form.
Any cheese, any form. I pretend he’s lactose intolerant, otherwise it’s just weird.
Looking back now, I wish I’d used the whole speech on the day.
This was delightfully amusing. I love the pic of your father!
Sigh…why do I always get a little teary-eyed at weddings – even wedding posts! Sighh….
Funny, I can’t read wedding sites any more, either!
Awwwww… What a sweet (and humorous) post to come across. 🙂