The Last Bride

I met Alison in Kindergarten...I think...it could have been grade one (or first grade for all of you American readers). It was a long long time ago. She lived in a big old white heritage house across the street from our school and she had a hidden cubby hole behind her dresser that I thought was cool. Her mom made the best birthday cakes in the world (they had money in them-as an adult I still think those are the best kind!). Ali was best friends with Loa, and I was best friends with Trina. We were a fabulous foursome. Over the years many hours were spent together at Ali's house playing with barbies, riding bikes, dreaming about boys and drinking too much tequila. Mexican tequlia.



Time went on, we got older. Alita and Michelle joined our little foursome...and we became six. We got along...mostly. There was a rift when we discovered Judy Blume's book 'Forever', and another when Ali and Alita discovered Thomas at about the same time. We'll just leave it at that.



So we all grew up and got married. All of us except Ali. She decided she needed to travel the world and get her master's degree. She's travelled to a dozen different countries and speaks about 6 languages. In her travels she met her Mexican match Alex, the hot older brother of her friend Alisia who was Ali's host sister on an exchange trip to Veracruz back in high school.



In our group of friends it seems you either get married before anyone's the wiser, or you string your guy along for an eternity. Ali did both. She strung poor Alex along for years in her indecisiveness, and then in an instant she eloped with him in the spring and moved to Mexico. They decided to come back to the Great White North so we could celebrate with them...and what a celebration it was!



If you know Alison, you know she's not exactly the most organized person in the world. Loa and I were curious to see how the whole event was going to unfold when the rehersal the night before took three and a half hours. Incorporating Canadian and Mexican traditions into the ceremony and then translating everything from English to Spanish took a little time to organize beforehand but worked out beautifully on the wedding day...even if the wedding did start an hour and a half late...I think we were on Latin American time.



The wedding was held at the same heritage site where Trina and Michelle had their weddings. It's a beautiful spot to wed and a fun place to take pictures.

Loa, me and Alita. No leg shots on our camera :(.



Ali and John, her dad.







This is Ali's little brother David who suddenly developed into a very handsome man in the last ten years. Was he really only two years younger than us all that time? I'm not sure if we flattered or embarrassed him with all of our comments;).



Well guys, we had a awesome time at your wedding. It was so fun to have most of us all back together again (we missed you Michelle). We wish you love and happiness in your marriage and we'll keep you in our prayers. We'll also keep you in our Mexican vacation plans! We love you!



Royden took a pretty good closing shot for our blog post but a better one would have been of the bride and groom hitch hiking in their wedding garb to their hotel after their car ran out of gas on the way there...we hope you continue to keep your same sense of humour on the rest of life's adventures!