How My Mother-in-Law Awakened My Hidden "Bridezilla"
Back in February, my now-husband, then-fiance' and I took our engagement photos. Over the course of the morning, our photographer, Rob Greer, was able to teach us how to execute "the dip" - the photo where the man is dipping the woman. Believe it or not, the dip is actually much more difficult than it looks - it requires a lot of trust on the woman's part, a lot of strength in her abs (ha ha), and some major leg and arm strength from the man. In addition, it has to look very natural and graceful - which is quite the challenge. When we took our engagement photos, our dip was somewhere around a 5 on a scale of 1-10. We were determined to practice and improve our dip to at least a 9 for our wedding.
Throughout the next 7 months, Morgan would randomly dip me around the house. I could be playing with the kids, cooking dinner, or even vacuuming (ok, let's be real - I probably was not vacuuming) and he would come over, kiss me, and then dip me. As we got closer to the wedding we decided that after the reverend pronounced us "husband and wife" we were going to walk halfway down the aisle, stop, and my husband would then lay me out in the most phenomenal dip that the world had ever seen. In the two weeks leading up to the wedding, we practiced it over and over again - very excited about this moment and the amazing photo that we would be able to create because of it. We practiced it no less than 30 times in 2 weeks - and we just knew it would be perfect.
Do you know where this story is heading already?
The week of the wedding, our family begins arriving in town, eager to help with anything and everything wedding-related. One night, Morgan's mom casually mentions that she had purchased bubbles for everyone to blow as we walked back down the aisle. I panicked - we signed an agreement with the church wherein we promised that we would not decorate the church in any way, allow our flower girl to throw rose petals, and we promised that we would not blow bubbles - lest we encounter a $1,000 fine. Our chapel is marked on the National Register of Historic places and is well protected with lots of rules - and the staff are very particular about everyone following the rules to a "t". We knew this going in, but we had no intention of breaking those rules - so it was an easy sell.
I gently explained all of this to my mother-in-law and she indicated to me that she totally understood. I heaved a sigh of relief at how easily it all seemed to go over. We settled on having everyone blow bubbles as we left the wedding reception. She seemed happy with that and I thought it was a moot point.
The wedding day comes. The ceremony happens. We are husband and wife - hurray! We walk down the aisle and our form for the dip is flawless. We hear the cameras clicking away and know that we nailed it. Later, at our reception, our videographer comes over and says "We didn't get the dip. The lady from the chapel walked right in front of the camera as you did it."
Say what? Of course, being a bit of a bridezilla, I am livid. What could cause her to walk UP the aisle right as we are walking DOWN the aisle? It could be one of the most anticipated walks of a woman's life - I had no intention of sharing it with anyone other than my husband. It was too late to ask what happened - she was gone, and it was over - so we just tried to focus on the rest of our day.
Fast forward a few days into our honeymoon - we are in the middle of the South Pacific in Bora Bora and have 5 minutes to check Facebook, and we see that our photographer has posted this photo with the caption "WTF church lady?!". When I see it, I literally break down in tears. Our beautiful dip shot that we practiced over and over again - ruined. I am heartbroken.
I study the photo a big longer - and suddenly it all makes sense.
Can you see the people blowing bubbles in the background? Can you guess why the church lady is making her way up the aisle as we are making our exit? You guessed it - she is going to ask people to stop blowing bubbles in this historic church. BUT WHY ARE THEY BLOWING BUBBLES?! WHO GAVE THEM BUBBLES?!
I'll give you three guesses, the first two don't count.
Ever wonder why mother-in-laws have such a bad reputation amongst brides? I give you exhibit A.
From this day forward, her nickname will be "Bubbles". It's too good to pass up.
What is your relationship like with your Mother-in-law?
Photos by Los Angeles photographer Rob Greer.