So, my sister is getting married this weekend…..oh wait, it is tomorrow. She not so casually asked me the other day if I had my “toast prepared.”
“Toast for what?”
“For the reception!”
“I am giving a toast?”
“Yes!”
Okay….I thought since the wedding came together in a week and there is no formal rehearsal dinner, I was off the hook. Apparently not!
Well, it is written. Yes, written…I can’t memorize something with this type of pressure. I will purchase the “prop”….yes, prop, after work.
What will she say? you wonder. Let’s just say I decided to ignore the mountains of toast etiquette. Again, too much pressure. However, I did opt to write my own instead of using the handy dandy Wedding Toast Generator. Need I remind you that a complete stranger actually recently asked me “if I saw myself as a pessimist or a realist.” I am not sure I am the girl for this job…but it is written, from the heart, sincere, and printed out.
I couldn’t resist the urge to see what this tool would produce…so, here it is:
A Wedding Toast to Mary and Joel
Before beginning, I’d like to offer my sincerest gratitude to Mary and Joel for allowing me to be part of this special occasion. Also, I would like to say thank you to Mr. and Mrs. Gary Brown and the Late Patti Brown for all that you’ve done to make this the special day that it is. And, of course, my gratitude to Mr. and Mrs. Jimmy Siria and Ms. Pam for all of your support and all that you’ve done to make this, by all accounts, the perfect day.
This morning when Joel and I were getting ready, he turned to me and asked “Is everything okay?” I don’t mind telling you that I was taken aback by this. In all the years that I’ve known him, that’s the first time he’s expressed any interest in my well-being. Oh sure, he’s talked to me before, but it’s usually, “Pass the chips”, or “Don’t stand in front of the TV”, or “Did you pick up the beer?” This morning he wanted to know if I’m okay? I blame Mary for this sudden surge in sentimentality. Now Joel is caring, he’s generous, he’s sensitive. I don’t even know him anymore. Mary has changed my best friend. Actually, I should thank you Mary. You’ve done in (8) months, what I couldn’t do in (8) years.
Here’s to Mary and Joel, a life of years, free of tears, bottoms up and lots of luck.
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I want to see the real toast. I am curious. You will have to post it.