When David asked me to marry him, I said, “Yes, as long as we don’t have a wedding.”
Although I enjoy other people’s weddings (I watched for hours when Kate and Wills married, eagerly awaiting the kiss), I’ve never wanted one myself. To be the designated center of attention is torturous to me—I feel an intense responsibility to make sure anyone celebrating me is wildly happy to be doing so. Also, the idea of pulling together a gorgeous, moving, plush event seems way beyond my abilities.
David suggested that we have a small ceremony and include only our families. We had a five-month-old, Ella, and I had a five-year old, Maddie, from my first marriage—he thought it would be nice for them to participate in more than a drive to city hall.
We struck a deal: The family-only wedding could fly if all I had to do was show up—it would be his to execute however he wanted. David’s brother, Ira, was thrilled with this idea and immediately joined David to plan the assembly of 26 people, a rabbi, flowers and food. It was very Frasier and Niles.
Of course nothing in life goes as planned. What seemed like a charming affair verged on disaster as fussy baby Ella acrobatically threw herself off my shoulder, my breast milk came in and dripped onto my stomach, and a cell phone conversation was carried on as the rabbi slowly talked his way through the many-millennia-long history of Judaism.
To read the details of this wacky handmade wedding, go to: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/red-room/jessica-anya-blau-all-you_b_1228414.html?ref=weddings
Huge thanks to Gina Misiroglu, Huntington Sharp and all the other sexy married and unmarried twenty-nine-year-olds at Red Room for placing this story on Huffington Post!
Causes Jessica Blau Supports
Baltimore School for the Arts, 826DC, CityLit Project.