Here's A Song For You, Lovely, Remember That It Is For You Only, For You Only

--"My Lovely", Eisley

Everyone always says weddings should be about making the bride happy and how the bride's dreamed of the perfect wedding her whole life. From the floral arrangements to the menu, from the music to the seating arrangements, many of the bigger decisions almost exclusively fall under the woman's domain that it would be really easy for the man to let her run the show. The reason behind this, supposedly, is that it usually means more to the woman that the ceremony and reception be memorable than it does to the man. Should the wedding be a complete disaster, it's assumed, the wife will bear the brunt of the shame and horror, while the husband will be the one who tends to slough off the spectacle more easily.

However, when it comes to my wedding, if and when I do get married, I always knew that it will not be the same placid and domesticated affair that I've been roped into going to for my entire life. It doesn't have to be spectacular, but, knowing me, it's going to have to be unique with a dash of whimsy thrown in. I've been accused all my life of being a romantic idealist. I want things done and prepared according to my own standards, which cannot be the standards of everyone else, yet I also strive for something that is also honest to how I'm feeling. In that vein, I've begun to put together a short list of necessities at the wedding for me that will be non-negotiable.

One, I want muffins at my wedding. I don't know what got this idea started in my brain, but I think it has something to do with the fact that I've never seen muffins at a wedding. They've always been written off as being too simple of fare for a wedding, or of being more of a breakfast food. Well, I'm of the opposite school when it comes to the whole muffin question. I say that muffins taste good and I think they would make an excellent substitute for rolls or loaves of bread during the opening of the reception. Also, I think more people are receptive to muffins than one would think. I've yet to meet someone who hates muffins with a passion. For that matter, I've yet to meet a person who dislikes muffins. Someone may dislike particular types of muffins, but, on general principle, muffins are pretty much globally welcomed foodstuff.

What I think would put it over the edge was the fact that I seriously want to bake all the muffins. I've spent the last few weeks perfecting my peanut butter chip muffins and I daresay I would place it against any professionally baked muffin anyday in a taste test. The thought of actually providing part of the meal and, hopefully, my guests enjoying something I made, makes the thought of baking god knows how many muffins before the wedding bearable.


oh...oooh... (actual shot of muffin by actual mojo shivers)

Secondly, I want a chocolate wedding cake. Screw the groom's cake, I want the main cake to be chocolate. I know it's tradition and all for the wedding cake to be white, but I've never tasted a white-frosted cake I've enjoyed. My whole reasoning for wanting a chocolate cake at my wedding follows thusly. I, supposedly, love the woman I'm getting married to. Ergo, I want her to be present at my wedding. If I don't love the woman I wouldn't want her at my wedding. It follows that then if I love chocolate cake I would want it at my wedding and, since I don't love any white cakes whatsoever, I would not want any showing at my wedding. Not only would it be highly uncomfortable, but it makes absolute no sense to me. Tradition is something one falls back on when one is scared to follow one's own heart. I've never had that problem. Therefore, the chocolate cake is in, the white cake is out.

Thirdly, I want to sing "My Lovely" to my bride before our first dance. This is definitely my most sentimental request. I don't know--something about the song leads me to believe it would be the perfect seranade to my new bride. The lyrics of the song pretty much spell out exactly how I should be feeling at the time. There's a vulnerability to how the song plays out that speaks to me about how in love I expect to feel for this wife-to-be-named-later. It's not dressed up in any metaphors or imagery; as B. would say, it is what it is, one person declaring his or her undying love for another person. I have heard songs that I like better or I think are written better. Yet, in terms of telling my wife how I feel about her so that there will be no mistaking that I am completely devoted to her, this song is pretty much it.

I want her to know that I will not love anyone more than her.

I need her to know that she will be the only one for me.

And I want to ask her what I ever did to deserve such an unmistakable blessing as her.

I normally don't sing ever, but if singing gets those three points across, then I think I'll have done declaring my love for her before a congress of friends and family its due diligence.



Lastly, I want my bride to be hot because she's going to have to compete with a spectacular cake and even better muffins. Also, I sure as hell ain't singing for just anyone.

Yours Swimmingly,
mojo shivers