The beach wedding

Her mother received an e-mail 11 days ago stating that the daughter was coming down to Mexico for a visit.

The next day another e-mail arrived, “ … and my boyfriend and I plan to get married on the beach.”

After the shock wore off, Ricci, said “why not?” And she started to make plans.

Most of guest list would never have known her daughter, but they were part of the beach family, and all would need to be invited.

One thing about the beach family was you could count on help when it was needed. In this case there would need to be a cake, the best man and lady in waiting, a preacher, flowers, a bridal arch and a reception.

There was no time to send out invitations, so Ricci, took a day or two going to each of the beach communities and inviting everyone she knew. Then she encouraged them to invite their friends.

The invitation list must have been over 100 before she was done.

Beach parties follow a usual format. Everyone knows to bring an appetizer and something to drink . There would be additional food provided by the hostess. For this large a crowd, most people would bring their own chairs.

To add to the stress of the situation, the Baja had been hit with a week of cold windy days. While this was not unusual, it lasted longer and was colder than usual. Having the wedding on the beach on several of those days would have been a disaster.

Still the plans went on. One of her good friends, who was in charge of the floral display, went out in search of flowers and what she decided on was red and white bougainvillea backed by palm leaves. The effect would be stunning.

The day before the wedding the wind stopped as if under the command of the bride’s mother. The sun came out and the kayakers once more were out paddling around the islands.

Even the bride and groom arrived on their designated flight and the flight was on time (unheard of in this economy, when the airlines make a habit of not flying if their plane isn’t full.)

The day of the wedding, the guests gathered on the beach at 2 p.m. and most were in short pants, however, some of the ladies showed up in formal wear. It was a beautiful scene and the mother of the bride was radiant.

But the father of the bride was nowhere in sight.

Then someone in the crowd shouted, “there she comes,” and everyone looked to the sea. A small aluminum boat was rounding the corner of the bay and heading toward shore. A speck of white was at the bow, and the proud father was at the tiller.

Now came the challenge. How was the father going to get the bride off the boat … Carry her? No need, as the two came to shore, he lifted the motor at just the right moment and drove the boat up onto the beach.

He hopped out in his short pants and bare feet and lifted the bride onto the beach. Everyone applauded and the wedding march was on.

Everything went on clue for the rest of the ceremony. Even the preacher had a shortened version of the wedding vows, but they said everything that needed to be said. The two would love and care for each other for the rest of their lives.

Then it was over as quickly as it had begun. The champagne corks were popped and the food rolled out. The wedding cake was a Tres Leche cake, very famous from Mexican lore.

The beach wedding could not have been better and that’s the way it happens down here in Mexico.
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By John Derby

Source: http://www.mercedcountytimes.net/editorials/012413%20beach.html