Honourable blueberry?

We are getting married in July. Already when our relationship was still in its cradle in 2008, and we were exploring one another tentatively over mails and chat, we were both pretty clear that we wanted to get married, as long as our relationship would take off in the right direction. Yoram was then still technically married and for several reasons they did not stress with the divorce. Now that has all passed, and plans are set. We have talked and joked about marriage for so long now that a formal proposal felt like an overkill, so one day as I had decided who is going to preside over the ceremony and the invitations were ready, I just told Yoram that I would change our Facebook status and send the invitations out.

Not that this was a big thing either. Only family and the closest friends from the Swedish side are invited, and we will have the whole arrangement in my parents garden. Invitation was only a jpeg delivered in the mail. The ceremony will be civil, led by a wonderful and charismatic woman, who is an MD and sexologist, i.e. pretty far from any traditional religious wedding. Then my Mum and I, plus anyone that wants to add to it, will have made a huge buffet with different foods and serve wine, beer and some advanced spirits, in true Scandinavian tradition. The list of guest consists of a bunch of diverse colourful beings and I predict a pretty wild party going on a few hours after the ceremony is over.

The people from the Israeli side will simply have to wait until we get back from Sweden, and then we will throw a BBQ picnic in the pecan grove or something, where everybody will have to bring some food. For some reason I think that this event still will count more guests than the actual ceremony in Sweden.