Saturday, February 16, 2013

A Bit of Blush - For Muzu & Tabby

I have a brother in law who is a fantastic drummer.
I call him my Drummer Boy.

He reminds me so much of Dude all the time, every time - needless to say, I have a very soft spot in my heart for him. So a few years ago, when he introduced us to this girl he 'kinda liked', Dude and I were all ears, open arms - the works.

We met a princess of a girl with a heart of gold. They were adorable together, but we kept our thoughts to ourselves. They had to figure it out on their own, right?! Luckily for everyone, they did just that and made for such a cute couple!

On the 20th of December, 2012, we watched our Drummer Boy and his Angel exchange rings in a beautiful beach wedding. It was, without doubt, my favorite wedding EVER.
Planned to perfection, our bride had gone nuts with the details, opting to do a lot of it on her own. What I loved was that she chose not to bother too many people with her many ideas and creative thoughts. Given a choice, she didn't mind doing it all on her own. But the darling that she is, too many people wanted to help in any way possible, so if she was looking for alone time - ha ha. Silliness.

Dude and I had a taxing time with convincing Muzu that arriving to the ceremony on a Harley, was not the best way to go. Actually, no, that was just me, convincing both brothers that it wasn't the best way to go. Sigh.

One of their wedding colors was blush. And no, that's not pink, mind you. Goodness me, perish the thought! Tabby's insistence on the appropriate use of the word 'blush' became a standing giggle with both our families - gosh, the look you'd get if you referred to the color as pink!! Whether we were shirt hunting, material shopping or discussing things with the tailor - it always had to be blush. *grins*

Which bride would make time in the middle of all her wedding planning and craziness, a month before her big day - to help her 8 months pregnant sister in law get a gorgeous gown to wear? One which would do justice to the sister in law of the groom and satisfy the inborn vanity of a woman?
Tabby did.
She spent hours with me, going over pictures, checking sites, going to the tailor, helping me try it on - such a doll. In the bargain, I like to believe we got even closer - getting annoyed with a random tailor, using hair pins as dress pins, taking pictures of extra large dresses in the middle of lots of giggling and then sending me pictures of a DHL bag when the gowns finally arrived. I ask you, which bride does that? But our Tabby did.

Muzu asked Dude to be his best man. And he asked me to walk him down the aisle. Do i even NEED to tell you how much of an 'awww' moment that was for me? Being an only child, when they asked me to walk with our groom...I felt a little bit of what it must feel like to have a brother. I teared up that day.
And on the wedding day, when we walked down together, I will never forget what Muzu said to me just before he helped his very pregnant sister in law to her chair...."I love you so much."
Bless, bless, bless. Given a chance, I would've been bawling all over his wedding suit. Luckily, I was simultaneously worried I'd trip over the carpet on the sand and create a huge scene straight out of a slapstick comedy routine, so I had to settle for a muffled 'I love you too' and the tightest hug I could manage.
Then I saw Tabby walk down the aisle with her Dad. I remembered all the planning and preparation. I remembered choosing gowns together. And the floodgates opened. We were so happy to be witnessing these two, so in love, beginning their lives together.

Dude won't admit to this, but he stressed and stressed over his Best Man Toast.
He didn't need to, though. He tried to keep it as macho as possible, but brothers will be brothers I suppose, and the emotion crept in, along with the memories gone by, dreams for the future and typical elder brother pride.
And yes, it was peppered with basketball, Metallica and even Metallica lyrics. He was proud of Muzu. And I was proud of him. *smiles* 

We got a chance to spend time with Tabby's family. Love.
Such special people, so much love and genuine affection. In all the laughter, hugs, special moments - we became one big family. It was like we had always known each other, there was no pretense or awkwardness. Plus there was the bonding over the 'blush', all at Tabby's expense!

Dude & I watched Muzu write his reply to the toast, listened to their wedding special the day before the wedding, convinced him to get a facial, so many tiny, seemingly insignificant details. But such precious memories.
From suit and jewellery shopping, walking around Meena Bazaar for veil material, meeting tailors, planning bridal showers, hours of whats apping, rushed meals together - it was all so special. More so 'coz Button was with us as well - it brought the four of us so much closer.

It was a beautiful wedding and couldn't have been more perfect.
Dude and I were so happy to be a part of it all. And I know there will never be a time when we don't speak of it without a hard to explain warmth touching our hearts.

Perhaps it's not the ideal thing to blog about. But there was no way I could fit all this on a card. Or share the moments with you all. Perhaps it's just our way of telling the new bride and groom how very loved they are.

One of their wedding colors was blush.
Pink will never be quite the same again. *heart*

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Mommy knows best. Someday, perhaps. 

That's a full sentence all by itself, up there. 
Heck, that's an encyclopedia, a never ending truth, a lifetime. 

Dude and I have been recently blessed with a little dolly of our own. My post isn't about her though. It's about a few of the amazing things I've learnt, seen and experienced in the few days since she came into our lives. 

For instance, today she had her little baby feed and then it was time for the all important little baby burp.
(for my parent readers, you know what I'm talking about. For my non parent readers who made a face just now and think I've crossed over to the other side - I haven't. Keep reading. This is important. I kid you not. Gas, as luck would have it - will happily fill your initial parenting days. ) 

Back to the burp. As I held her and continued a conversation with my own Dad, my mind drifted. I thought of Dad holding me as an infant and trying to burp me. I realized how completely dependent on you, this little bundle in your hands is. That adorable little burpy sound is one of the few bodily functions that she can actually carry out at this stage. And so you hold her and gradually take her through it, slowly, so she doesn't cry, get messy or scare herself. I thought of Dad going through all those feelings. Then I fast forwarded to my wedding day...and tried to put myself in Dad's watch the little girl you burped; walk down the aisle.
Man. I don't know about you, but it made me a little wide eyed. That's a whole new level of sentiment that I didn't even know it was possible to feel.

Dude is a Baller. Has been one since I've known him and he's one of those typical 'boys'. Basketball, basketball, basketball. Then he plays the video games that are jam packed with cars, guns & shooting. He watches the movies with the violence and previously mentioned cars, guns & shooting. He's nuts about any and all sports and religiously sticks to all things boy.
Then Dude became a little girls Daddy. 
He's walked with me through a baby store, stood in front of racks of girly, pink, fluffy clothes, held a pink blanket up for me to see and asked, "This is nice, right?", started singing lullabies and asking about soft toys.
For those of you who know him, you'll understand what a bunch of 'No way!' moments these are. For those of you who don't, picture He-Man suddenly deciding to help the Powerpuff Girls plan a picnic.
Becoming a Daddy changes everything for a guy.
Bless. In the words of Salt 'n Peppa - He's a mighty, mighty good man.

All my life, my mother has been my best friend. And since motherhood knocked on my door, I've realized that she is still my greatest teacher. I suddenly see, all too clearly, the countless things she did for me as I grew up. I watch her hold my daughter and see this insane amount of love...and I begin to understand how much it takes to make your daughter, your friend. I can only hope to be able to do the same.... I am learning from her still.

The future looks like it's full of challenges and rainbows and dirty diapers and baby smiles. Truth be told, I am a little nervous...but when I look at these amazing people around heart goes all fuzzy and I sometimes feel it may burst with all the things I'm feeling...but this, is apparently what parenthood does to you.
And what a ridiculously glorious feeling it is.

Have lots to write about (and no, it's not always going to be about parenthood) so promise to do so in a somewhat decent, timely fashion.

Here's a Stevie Wonder song I've been singing for a while, for my little humming bird.
One of those oldies that suddenly, like almost everything else; has new meaning.

Till later.