On Tuesday of this week, my husband and I will have been married years. 8 years!! It’s crazy to me. Almost as crazy as Paula Deen, but maybe not quite that crazy. I am getting nostalgic so am hoping you’ll walk down memory lane with me.

Here is a picture of me and my husband, John, on our wedding day.

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I know, you’re probably wondering why I call him John when his name is so clearly something like Jagdish. Or Rajiv, or something.

But no, John is his real name. He just looks like he is Indian (another story, another day). I think it has to do with the fact that he is half Italian and half Puerto-Rican. Somehow, it made him look like a hybrid of Ponch and Amitabh.

Anyway, here is another picture of me and John on our wedding day.

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Look at how we laughed. Ah. So innocent. This marriage business is fun! I hope the cake tastes good. These were the thoughts I kind of think I was having. Gosh, we should do this more often!!

So, if you haven’t guessed from the pictures yet, John and I had two weddings. On the same day.

We like to call ourselves over achievers.

Moving on.

In the picture below, I know you’re probably thinking that I look like I am going to cry. And I am. I remember crying because I was thinking, “Am I really going to marry a man who has never heard me toot?”

You’ll be happy to know that I did. And it’s been almost eight years and he still hasn’t heard a thing. (Now that the kids are around, it’s especially easy to blame one of them).

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Anyway – so it’s obviously a lot of work to plan two weddings in one day. But we had such amazing friends and family around that it definitely helped.

You can see how happy John’s friends and family were to finally see him embrace his inner Jagdish in this picture. He looked so much like Aladdin that I think everyone was expecting his carpet to roll in. Instead he got a Rolls Royce. Even better.

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I thought that I had done a really good job of planning everything. 300 guests. 3 different catering companies. A multi-ethnic, multi-cultural, multi-religious wedding.

And for the most part, I think I did an okay job. All except for one part.

Here are our bridal parties.

The Groomsmen:

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The Bridesmaids and Junior Bridesmaids:

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So I thought I had done a really good job of partnering up our parties. I thought I was doing it based on height. In looking back though, it strikes me as odd how much I liked things to match. Tell me if you notice anything.

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John’s sister, Lisa, and her husband, Tom. Makes sense that we would put them together.

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Liz and Vinnie. Our most vertically challenged couple. Both with brown hair and hazel eyes.

Sang and Craig
Sang and Craig. Craig is half Japanese. I don’t know if it has anything to do with why he got paired with Sang, who is Korean. All I know is I look at this picture and want to eat rice.

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We thought Rennie and John’s friend, also aptly named John, should walk together. Their height doesn’t really match but they ARE two of the whitest people in our wedding party.

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Actually forget that. I almost forgot about Tiffany and Tommy. I think they beat Rennie and John.

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That’s my friend, Amee. She is half-Indian. She got partnered with my brother, who is 100% Indian. Convenient? Perhaps.

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And last but not least, is my other brother with my two sisters. Yes, they are all brown too.

I really didn’t mean to be such a racist asshole when figuring out this kind of stuff, but I definitely notice it now when I look back at the pictures. I guess my own advice to brides to maybe not try to be quite as “matchy” as I was. Mix it up a little. Trust me, you’ll look like less of a jerk when you look back at your wedding pictures eight years later.

Anyway. 8 years.

They haven’t been all roses, but they have been some of the most memorable years of my life.

Thanks for sticking with me, John, despite my hideous wedding party matching skills.



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I'm Kiran, I'm a dreamer. A writer. A singer. A mother. An ugly crier. An Indian-American. Who loves Gandhi. My stories are full of truth that is sometimes hard for me to say out loud. This blog is where I overcome my fears and live (and love) out loud. Read More....
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