Another wedding poem… an original (of course) list poem.
Debacles (that really don’t matter)
In the end, who really cares that…
My wedding ring got stuck on my finger the day before the wedding and therefore it had to be enlarged?
I left my lip gloss in Rhode Island?
My suite wasn’t as bright as I wanted it to be?
I was running late on Sunday morning because my hair stylist went home sick and I had to wait for another one.
My portraits with Marc started one hour late because of the hair thing?
I found my cake to be devoid of the brown swirls I wanted (though it tasted great)?
My Mom fell during the Hora (Luckily she was fine!)?
I forgot to bring the Mazon Cards to NJ?
My mom left her makeup brushes at home?
I noticed the photos on Tables 2 & 4 were mixed up (of course I fixed them!)?
My mouth forgot to ask my florist to donate the centerpieces to the local hospital?
I realized we never did the bridal bouquet giveaway to the longest married couple?
Who really cares about all of these insignificant things
when everything else