Okay, okay so weddings aren't for everyone. And every situation is different.
But the "ideal" wedding is mother of the bride/groom there, father of the bride giving you away/your partner away, friends and family from both sides, etc etc. Details of flowers and dress are irrelevant.
How many of you have had to adapt that "fairytale" wedding (whether you are happy with that decision or not)
I've had to. My mother is no longer part of my life and my dad is disabled so the likelihood of him hopping me down the aisle is slim.
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"my dad is disabled so the likelihood of him hopping me down the aisle is slim"
^^ This actually made me start to cry.
If yr father is still significant in yr life when you get married... then, if the aisle doesn't work, then the aisle can go fuck itself.
The wedding is not the physical venue. The wedding is YOU, and the people you LOVE.
Yr father should still give you away -- and any and all changes should be made so that he can.
If he literally can't even MOVE by that point... and YOU have to push HIM down the aisle... then, guess who's gna be pushing whom.
Hell, even modify the ceremony so that the two of you are just standing there, and everyone else congregates around you. Live a little! lol...
I mean. This is not even a question. The logistics are irrelevant. It makes no difference whose arm or leg muscles are propelling whose body down the aisle.
The only thing that matters is that he's alive, and he's yr father, and you love him, and he loves you, and goddamnit if you let someone else "give you away" just for the sake of walking down a stupid pathway, I'll fly out there and smack you in the head myself.
In my case, there were no female relatives at our wedding at all.
My mother died when I was 2.
My husband was a "foundling" who spent his childhood bouncing between the juvenile sheriff's department (where Miami sent orphans in the '70's) and various foster homes; he's rebuilt a relationship with one longtime foster father, whose last name he ultimately kept... no mother.
He has no identifiable female relatives at all.
My closest female relatives are cousins "once or twice removed" who live in Mexico and Colombia. At THIS point in our lives we could easily afford to fly them in; at that point we couldn't, nor could they easily afford things like passport processing (they had never had passports).
So... the mother-of-the-bride role was graciously filled by my best friend's mother -- who I call "Ma" or "my mom" sometimes -- who is one of those sickeningly über-maternal women who literally does not understand the concept of life without children after age 25. (:
A fairytale wedding, it sure as hell wasn't.
But, it shouldn't have been. Because I HATED the idea of marriage, and of commitment for life... until pretty much right before I met That Man.
And, my father was there. My savior, my mentor, my guide... my dad. And you fucking well bet I'd have pushed his ass down that aisle. I'd have pushed him for 500 miles if I'd had to.
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