My wedding day was clearly not meant to be about me at all. I did whatever I could to make sure both sides of the family were happy. I danced with my father, he danced with his mother. Both of my parents walked me down the aisle. It was an interfaith marriage, he was Catholic and I was Jewish. So I tried to pull in a piece of each. My grandfather said the blessing over the challah bread and the groom broke the glass for good luck (we didn't know at the time that it would not work). We each lit a candle and then lit the unity candle with them (the unity candle never made it home that day - maybe that was a sign?). I don't remember having fun at the reception because I was so worried that everyone was happy. The groom didn't care about anybody but himself and got very drunk.
If I were to do this day over again, I'd pay more attention to what I wanted and do things my way. My way would include dancing with my dad though. Looking back, that was one the best parts of the day, a moment I will never forget. Looking up and seeing my dad crying with pride was amazing. Every time I hear our song I will always think of him. I guess I would keep all the small traditions that we did. I do like knowing that the family was happy. I know it meant a lot to them. If I did this day over again, I'd marry someone else
