How I Planned Your Wedding [NOOK Book]

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Bestselling author Susan Wiggs literally wrote the book on happily-ever-after love. But orchestrating her daughter Elizabeth's real-world wedding turned into a different story altogether, and one that takes two to tell—the mother and the bride.

Here is the all-too-true tale of a mother and daughter collaborating on life's ultimate celebration—a dream wedding. Often poignant, sometimes irreverent and always hilarious, this charming book is also...

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Overview

Bestselling author Susan Wiggs literally wrote the book on happily-ever-after love. But orchestrating her daughter Elizabeth's real-world wedding turned into a different story altogether, and one that takes two to tell—the mother and the bride.

Here is the all-too-true tale of a mother and daughter collaborating on life's ultimate celebration—a dream wedding. Often poignant, sometimes irreverent and always hilarious, this charming book is also packed with useful advice from both ends of the cupcake-tasting table. Join mother and daughter as they wade through the trenches of flowers and favors, grueling gown decisions…and the cold, cruel realities of a budget. With luck, love and loads of patience, they come out on the other side, bloodied but unbowed, replete with life lessons—and closer than ever before.

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Bestselling romance novelist Wiggs (The Lakeshore Chronicles series, et al.) and daughter Elizabeth, an M.B.A. candidate, have pooled their talents to create a humorous, informative guide to planning a wedding. Alternating narratives balance the authors' viewpoints, and "cheat sheets" at the end of each chapter sum up the tips and strategies. The authors offer tips for typical wedding tasks like choosing a dress and a photographer, plus strategies for handling unexpected problems, such as mom's insistence that young cousins be included in daughter's carefully selected bridesmaid pool. Tucked in among the wedding-planning advice in this enjoyable read are thoughtful musings on the emotional implications of an impending wedding, from a mother's realization that she's no longer the center of her daughter's world to a daughter's struggle to balance showing appreciation while asserting her own wishes. (Mar.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426884443
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 1/25/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 308,149
  • File size: 429 KB

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I was born to be a bride. There are family photographs of me in a bridal gown dating all the way back to age two. Even in my imagination, every detail was precisely arranged—the flowers, the veil, the tiara, the sparkly shoes, the smear of lipstick across my mouth. But in those little-girl fantasies, there was one small missing detail: the groom.

Ten, senior year of college, the heavens opened up, angels sang from on high and one tipsy night I found myself alone with Dave. I'd seen him around school before (after all, there were only 1,500 students at our tiny liberal arts college), but something about him was…different. Specifically, he looked like a god. Over the summer, he'd grown his glossy, blond hair past his shoulders and had sprouted an extra six inches in height, taking him to a towering 6-foot-4. Pair that with his gracefully lean cross-country runner's body and I'd bagged myself the offspring of Brad Pitt and a Thomson's gazelle.

During that first fateful night in his dorm room when we had, ahem, chastely chatted from opposite ends of the futon, he asked if I wanted to brush my teeth, to which I replied "Hell, yes" because, you know, stale cheap beer breath isn't the most romantic thing in the world. As soon as our pearly whites were clean and fresh, Dave looked at me and began slowly leaning in, a gentlemanly question in his eyes, waiting for my signal that, yes, he could now storm the citadel on his steed, breaching the gates of my…well, you know. I'm not one for subtlety, so I grabbed him by the ears and yanked him into the make-out session to end all make-out sessions. And that's about all I'm going to say about that, Dear Readers. I'm collaborating with my mother on this project, after all.

As it turns out, that was the last "first" kiss I would ever share with a man, though I didn't know it at the time. I certainly hoped so, because it was that magical, the kiss that erased all others. The defining smooch. The zing of chemistry between Dave and me was palpable. After growing up under the wing of a bestselling writer, I finally, finally understood what my mom's books were really about—and why they're so addictive to so many readers. Dave and I spent countless hours talking and cracking each other up, falling under that magical spell that has launched a million romance novels.

Exactly three years, seven months and twenty-two days later, I would kiss this same dude in a sunlit, fountain-fed atrium full of our family and friends: our first kiss as husband and wife. But between that first Pabst Blue Ribbon-fueled make-out session and the moment we sealed our marriage with a kiss, we had a mountain to climb. A mountain of friggin' insane wedding planning that would, no matter how we fought it, be heavily supervised and directed by a woman who creates over-the-top, happily-ever-after romance for a living: my mom.

SUSAN

Of all the dreams I ever dreamed for my daughter, the biggest one was the dream in which she finds the one person in the world who will love her for the rest of her life. Because, after all, love in all its forms gives life its meaning. I've always believed that. I'd better believe that. I've made a career out of it, after all.

But when it comes to real-world matters, there's a deeper reason for wanting your child to spend the rest of her days with the love of her life. It's the one secret you can't tell her. She has to find out for herself. A lasting love is the deepest of life's joys.

When Elizabeth was very little, and people asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, she didn't say a teacher or a doctor, an artist or a sales clerk or a hot-air balloon pilot.

She would tell them, "A bride."

My friends would offer pitying looks. "I'm so sorry. She'll grow out of it. She'll realize that what she really wants is to be a rocket scientist or a chef or a choreographer."

I didn't really need their pity, and I wasn't bothered by her oft-stated aspiration. As a romance writer, I never quibbled with her dream. Of course she wanted to be a bride. She wanted to find the man of her dreams and live happily ever after.

Is there any higher calling? Any bigger dream?

And so I let her fantasy grow and develop, unimpeded by other people's expectations or even common sense. The vision was embellished with horse-drawn carriages made of crystal, a banquet consisting of nothing but French toast, Skittles and spun sugar, a ball gown so elaborate it wouldn't even fit through doorways. The bride would be attended by her best and most beautiful friends, including her Airedale terrier.

When it came time to plan her actual wedding, this vision stayed more or less intact. Sure, the horse-drawn carriage morphed into a white stretch limo, complete with glittering disco lights in the ceiling, and the family dog had gone over the rainbow bridge, but overall, her dream came true—the gown, the beautiful friends, the hair, the pearls.

But where does that leave me, the mom?

I'm not quite sure how to say this, so I'll be blunt. Does anybody actually dream about being the mother of the bride?

Come on. That's kind of like getting stuck with Midge—the sidekick—while playing Barbies. It's also sure to mess with your denial about exactly how old you are.

Hello? You are now old enough to actually have a daughter who's getting married. A new generation has come along, and here you thought you were the young generation. You didn't even notice the runner behind you, reaching forward to pass you the baton.

Deal with it. No, do better than that. Embrace it. And don't forget to savor the process. After all, that's what you've been doing all her life, I suspect.

If you're like me, the mother of an adored and indulged child who has owned your heart for the past twentysomething years, you remember every single minute. You remember what her toddler voice sounded like when she laughed. You remember the little-girl smell of her, and dresses that were too expensive but you bought them anyway because you just had to see her in that adorable smocked pinafore. You remember the feel of her tiny—usually sticky—hand in yours as you took her into unfamiliar situations: A swimming pool. Kindergarten. The IMAX. A petting zoo. Her first piano recital. The dentist. You remember the victory dance she did to celebrate accomplishments from winning a race in a swim meet to learning cursive writing in the third grade. You remember laughing so hard your sides ached, and holding her when she cried, willing to trade your soul to keep her from hurting. You remember how much she loved goodnight kisses, how much she hated black olives, and how very sure she was that you would always be the center of her world.

And then, before you know it, this poised and accomplished young woman appears—seemingly out of nowhere—with a young man at her side. And not just any young man. The young man. Prince Charming. The forever guy.

They have Big News. They can't wait to tell you. Turns out Prince Charming has even been conspiring with your husband, arranging the surprise proposal, the whirlwind romantic weekend, the start of plans that are about to consume you for the next sixteen months.

All right, so you're not the center of her world anymore. You're the Mother of the Bride. Even the phrase itself makes you sound old. Dowdy.

But here's a secret: you're in for the time of your life.

ELIZABETH

EARLY MARCH

"So, my publisher just called and asked if there are any dates this summer when I won't be able to go on a book tour," said my mom.

I have this habit—which I believe is absolutely adorable and endearing—of calling my mother every time I'm walking anywhere. The result is that we speak at least four or five times a day, and she's gotten into the habit of answering phone calls from me with, "Where are you walking?" This particular conversation happened one morning as I hiked the five blocks between my bus stop and work.

My mom got a weird tone in her voice and continued. "And…I'm just telling yoo-oooou about my summer planssss…" (in a singsong voice) "…because I was wondering if there might be any sort of, you know, event around that time. You know, like a family event here in Seattle that I will have to attend because it will be a very big deal for our family?"

"Er…"

"Your wedding, Elizabeth."

Right. There was just one problem. One of the parties involved—namely, Dave—was not exactly down with the whole wedding thing. Oh, I'm pretty sure he had plenty of hopes, dreams, expectations, maybe even obsessions about building a future with me. But, like most guys, he played his cards close to the vest and he wasn't fond of showing his hand. Not even to me, the love of his life.

This was starting to grate on my mother. She held her tongue and cultivated patience, and I did my best to follow her example.

But okay, I'll just say it. Listen up, ladies. When it's time, it's time.

The man of your dreams gets a grace period, but by definition, a grace period has an end point. Dave's was quickly approaching.

After reassuring my mother that, indeed, she would be the first person to know upon my engagement to Dave, my Canadian boyfriend whom I met in college, I changed the subject so that we wouldn't jinx anything. I understood her concern. Dave and I had recently decided to move to Chicago for him to attend law school. As usual, I didn't really have a plan for myself beyond being blond, watching every riveting moment of The View and waiting for my dream job to fall into my lap.

Unlike the fictional gals in my mom's books, I was not a spunky-yet-lovable virgin trying to save the family ranch in the face of staggering adversity, all the while raising her dead sister's children and dallying with some tattooed bad boy named Rusty or Ryder.

I was a real, actual person. Maybe a lot like you—just out of school, crazy in love, trying to make sense out of my life.

So, yeah, I was also wondering if this new level of commitment—namely, picking up and moving to the Windy City—would result in an engagement. (Spoiler: It did.)

Later that evening, Dave and I walked home hand-in-hand. I was a bit tipsy because we had joined friends for happy hour and I gracelessly steered our conversation to the upcoming wedding of two of our closest friends. HINT, HINT, Dave. When he acted clueless, I brought up the conversation I'd had with my mom about her summer plans. "You know," I slurred, "my mom was asking when we were going to get engaged.ha ha, isn't that HILARIOUS?"

Dave shot me a sidelong glance and said, "Don't talk to her about it so much. I want it to be natural, not something that our families push us into doing."

See, here's the cute thing about Dave. As the middle son of three boys, he doesn't have a clue about the mother-daughter bond. He doesn't understand that my mother has been party to every single detail of our relationship since before we even began dating. In fact, she was the one who logged into my Facebook account senior year of college, spotted his devastatingly handsome profile picture, and "poked" him on my behalf.

This is the kind of thing that lends credence to the old adage, "Mother Knows Best." Because that poke led to a silly online flirtation, which led to a silly in-person flirtation, which led to me finding my soul's puzzle piece in the form of a 6-foot-4 Canadian runner with a mane of shoulder-length, blond hair. Frickin' awesome. Cue the make-out session I mentioned earlier. My mom couldn't write it better in one of her books. And the Davester had no idea it all started with a click of my mom's mouse.

So when Dave asked me to avoid talking to my mom about the prospect of a proposal, I nodded and kept my mouth shut. The poor guy didn't have a clue. My mother had been the puppet-master of our relationship since before he even knew I existed. I just counted us lucky that we actually did find true love with one another in spite—or perhaps because—of my mother's meddling.

Here's a hint about your mom—the older you get, the smarter she seems.

MARCH 14

"What do you want for your birthday, honey?"

Another conversation with my mom, this one on the way home from work nine days before my twenty-fourth birthday. Please note that there is nothing special about this day. It's not the Ides of March. Valentine's Day is long past. St. Paddy's Day, Easter, Arbor Day, Cinco de Mayo, Talk Like a Pirate Day…none of these most sacred feasts falls on March 14. It's the most random of days. The sort of day from which you expect nothing but the usual ambulatory phone call with your mother.

"Well, I feel like it's bad luck to say this." I began, "but all I really want is for Dave to propose to me. I can't stop thinking about it!"

A string of promising holidays had come and gone, leaving me deflated. I had no doubt that he loved me, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to take the next obvious step.

I had secretly begged Santa for a ring, but clearly, he didn't get the memo. Then I thought maybe New Year's Eve would be The Moment. Lots of couples got engaged on New Year's Eve, right? But no, all I got on New Year's was a hoarse voice from karaoke performances of "Super Freak," and a raunchy hangover. Then came Valentine's Day, the ultimate date with destiny. Half the married people I know got engaged on Valentine's Day. But when February 14 rolled around, Dave wrote me a beautiful, loving letter and bought me a giant steak. There was no diamond buried in the meat, though. Undaunted, I studied the calendar for the Next Big Special Day. I have a March birthday, so that was a possibility, but I figured I would know if Dave was thinking about proposing, and a little voice in my head told me that he would be waiting until we were settled into our new home in Chicago the following year.

My mom, clearly, shared my view.

I could hear her snort on the phone. "He's not going to propose for your birthday," she said in her most matter-of-fact, I-know-everything voice. "Trust me. I would know. Your father is incapable of keeping a secret from me, and he hasn't said a word about a proposal."

"But…maybe Dave's just being really secretive…?"

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  • Posted February 7, 2011

    Brilliantly Intertwined Weddping Planning Tips as well as touch Real Life emotions

    Being a menopausal woman and watching Princess Bride romances from afar, I thought I would breeze through the pages with some chuckles. (I had read excepts of a few pages on line). Well, I giggled and heartily laughed.. But, I wasn't prepared to tear up, cry and sob reading pages near the end. This book is not about a designer, sixteen tiered wedding cake nor the world's largest diamond ring. Wiggs and Wiggs brilliantly intertwined helpful, innovative tips for planning weddings as well as sharing real life moments and raw emotions that could be helpful for brides to be or just being a guest. Whether it be a wedding, anniversary, birth, a loved one's passing or a back yard barbeque: it's all about LIFE, LOVE, FAMILY and FRIENDS. Heck, Elizabeth even throws in a bit HEALTH to boot. Her honesty and sincerity is amazing. I don't think I would share the missing toenail that was painted.but glad she did. ROFL. It will be interesting to read the next book!

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  • Posted April 22, 2012

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    Highly Recommend, whether you're planning a wedding, or not.

    Having been luckily enough to meet Susan Wiggs, then listening to her daughter's version of their plans, I got a real kick out of their wedding plans. This reminded me of planning my wedding 35+ years ago. WOW! Did I have it easy. This is a fun book to read whether a wedding is in your life, or not.

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  • Posted January 1, 2012

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    How I Planned Your Wedding by Susan and Elizabeth Wiggs Maas

    What a funny but sometimes serious book. All the details and thoughts what went into planning the special day. You can tell the mother and daughter are VERY close.
    I never had a fairy tale wedding so it's quite interesting and SO involved to see how it's all put together. Love the cheat sheets and am amazed as how it was pulled off (on a budget).
    They really share a bunch more than I expected one to share but it fits right in. Really shows just how close they really are by their interactions throughout the book.
    Love what they had on the menu and love the before hand preparations: sugaring and eyelash extensions, who knew is what E. said LOL
    Susan was invited to speak with a crowd at Writerspace site one night and she was doing Q and A with us and she told us of using 'cloud' technology so her and
    E. would be on the same section. At the end my name was selected to get a free copy of the book and it was even autographed. I found the Q and A the best part cuz it allows you to find out about the people who wrote the book, their work schedule, home life, etc.
    I hope they are able to get together to write a 'baby on the way' book, I know it would be such a loving, tender, hilarious combination.

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    Posted December 31, 2011

    highly recommended must check it out

    it was a very entertaining book read the book while waiting for my husband to have surgery very enjoyable and kept my mind busy .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2011

    Fantastic Book

    As a 25-year old, only child, young woman currently planning her wedding with her beloved Mommy, this book perfectly hit home. The book is mostly from the perspective of Elizabeth (the daughter) with small and insightful tidbits from mom Susan. The interactions, stresses, conundrums, arguments, and apparent love this book describes is almost identical to my current situation. It was fantastic to read about and commiserate with Elizabeth's planning journey and gain insight into how my own mother must be feeling. This is a MUST read for any woman planning a wedding with her mother. The only thing I wish different would be that I would love to see pictures of elements of the wedding and the ending of the book felt a bit rushed, but otherwise it was fantastic!

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