First Post as Mrs. Post (Chapter One)

It's Monday morning, and we're back in Ohio for 1 day before leaving on our Mexican honeymoon. I'm at the computer, wondering how I will ever write a blog post that captures last week.  My new husband (HUSBAND!!!) is in the next room, whistling "Getting Sentimental Over You" while he fixes our dryer vent. I've heard stories of newlyweds having a steamy return home, but not in the laundry room!

There are about a thousand different adjectives I could use to describe last week, each more lavish than the last, and yet I don't think they could do justice to what I really mean. So instead I will try to write what I remember and to share the moments that meant the most to me.

If anything should flow more generously than wine, it is laughter.

I've told you the story of the Adirondack Chairs.  See for yourself how beautiful they are.  That was the first moment last week that I could really feel Grandpa with us, and it wouldn't be the last.

 

On Tuesday night, we had dinner with my parents in Hammondsport. All 4 of them. The Pumpkin Festival was nothing in comparison to the Potato Pun Festival we had at the dinner table that night.  I knew that something special was happening when my writer fiance was stumped by my mom's comment that all our potato puns were au gratin. (My apologies if that's not exactly how it went, but we were laughing so hard, it's difficult to remember.)

After dinner we treated the citizens of Hammondsport to a preview of our Father/Daughter dance. The gazebo in the Village Square was a perfect rehearsal dance floor where we could practice laughing at ourselves in preparation for the real thing!

After dancing, my 4 parents went to party without us, and we had time for a little champagne on the deck of the Champagne House by the romantic light of some candles and our very own Trick-or-Treat flashlight (thanks, Mom!) ;-)

Wednesday was a work day. The Bridezilla Factory was back in full production as we assembled welcome bags on the dining room table of Hammondsport's Blushing Rose B&B. Then the drivers (including Dick Ellenburger, the B&B's proprietor and host extraordinaire) left on their delivery routes while we delivered decorations and details to the winery.

Steve and I finished our official business at Heron Hill and suddenly the whole wedding shifted from my shoulders into Doni McCann's capable hands. I was so relieved and relaxed after that meeting that when the waitress walked away from our lunch table after sharing the specials, Steve asked me what kind of soup she had mentioned and I just looked at him and said, "Soup? She mentioned soup?"  We sat outside and drank in the wine and the scenery and feasted on clouds and photos for dessert.

   

Comments

[Gail/Mom]

What a week!!! What a year! It has been a joy getting to know you, Marti. Thank you for everything, especially for loving my son. The love in your eyes during your ceremony was overwhelming. I had a ringside seat. It was oh, so beautiful.
With all the miles between us, it has helped to have this blog so we (your new family members) could know what you were thinking about all along the way. You are a lovely person and I am thrilled to have you as a daughter-in-law. Welcome in our family tree (vine)! Thank you for making it stronger and more beautiful.
Love, Mom

[Frank_DiMeo]

Thanks Marti, Steve, and everyone for such a fabulous weekend. I really enjoyed our time together, and appreciate all of you.

I love the shot of Steve and your Mom with all the bags. It shows how considerate you are for everyone, and how much work went into the bags (which were an awesome touch).

In the nine days since the wedding I was in NYC for five days, did four engagement shoots (all over the state), and two major shoots at Cornell. Whew, this is the first chance I have had to catch my breath and check in to say hi. I'm looking forward to working on your images and the blog post (at some point) because I know we have tons of wonderful things.

Hope you two are having lots of fun! Safe travels, and the best always.