The preparations for this event were intense: we had two dresses, six pairs of silver strappy sandals delivered from Zappos (and five promptly returned), a mad dash through Soho to find the perfect hair clip, and then let’s not forget the matching diaper cover. What, you thought I was referring to the bride, eh?
While the nervous butterflies and tears flowed freely in the days leading up to the wedding, we worked hard to convince neko that the event, or the princess party, as i was referring to it, will be much like a huge birthday bash. Some kids get nervous when 600 pairs of eyes are on them, so I wanted to ensure neko comprehended that this was fun, casual, and above all a big-girl-princess-party thing.
After having quickly fixed the minor disaster of neko’s hair garland missing (she cried and cried neko no have no flower in ha hair like big guls, all while the bride is attacking her producer that she cannot possibly walk out there without her niece)…..neko walked down the aisle with all her flowers, head held high, looking so sweet and serious, following the other girls. I stood there beaming with pride at my beautiful independent and strong little girl….What, you thought I was referring to neko, eh?
The sun was setting and nice salty breeze was coming off the ocean. Maya was stunning. Ilan filled with emotions. My parents were standing up there, and just as the ceremony wedding these two lovelies began neko innocently touched one of those projecting spot lights, crying in pain and shock, a blister forming immediately and I had to whisk her away, looking for ice and ‘owa cream.’
Do not fret, the excitement got the most of neko, and she calmed down quickly (a little Disney helped too). Once neko was safely tucked away sleeping in her hotel bed, we celebrated the marriage of my baby sis in style - yeah, we got totally drunk and ended up paying the baby sitter the equivalent of a small fortune since exchange rate calculations are not my forte after 6-10 cocktails!
Mazal tov my baby sister and her nicest husband ever!
One year ago: Pasta Basta