When Pigs Fly


If you haven’t heard, I’m currently planning my wedding. I’ve been having a ball figuring out the particulars. My mom is making my dress. She’s been custom making dresses and costumes for a long time now. She done many of my high school dance dresses, my sister-in-laws dress and many items for friends and family.

My sister is making my wedding cake. All three of my nieces will be my flower girls. I’ve decided to do a hog roast instead of having it catered. I don’t need a florist because we’re growing our own flowers. I’m having the ceremony in my mothers front yard in the gardens. The reception to take place in her back yard immediately following. I’m even thinking about renting a moonwalk for all the youngsters. All meaning tons!!

Sounds like I’ve got my big day all figured out. And for the most part I do. I now just have to figure out how to get my father and his side of the family to attend. My parents haven’t talked to each other in over 10 years. He informed me that due to the fact that I’m doing this at my moms house, he will not be attending.

That’s a pretty big blow. Most every girl dreams of having her father give her away. I do. I want to have that one dance with my father as his little girl.

I’m determined to get him to set aside his feelings for one day. I’m determined to get through to him. I just don’t know how. It’s a pretty delicate situation considering our past. I’m going quite nuts trying to figure out this mess and how to approach him with out him putting his defenses up.