Our kids were our “wedding party.” We let them shop for clothes that made them feel good. No one matched. They were not color coordinated. My oldest daughter wore white; it looked beautiful on her. I did wear a wedding dress. I went back and forth about it, but I found a dress I loved that made me feel beautiful, so I went for it, but I didn’t carry a bouquet, that seemed like something for a young person.
Another one of our best friends is a judge, and we asked her to officiate. We wanted someone we loved up there with our kids and us. My husband walked down the aisle with the girls, and I walked with the boys. We wrote the ceremony together and included vowing to love one another’s children, and to take each other and each other’s children as our family. We all held hands and laughed the whole time. There was a group hug at the end of the ceremony, right after the kiss.
The caterer (who is also a friend) made a few of our families favorite recipes, the empanadas my grandmother made, the Cuban sandwiches the boys are crazy about, the salmon our daughters love. We ordered my husbands all time favorite cookies from the bakery in the town he grew up in. The food was not about impressing people; it was about who we are.