About Me:

Aloha! I'm Wendy Kennar. I'm the mother of a seven-year-old son and a wife living in Los Angeles. I was a public school teacher for twelve years until a chronic medical condition made it necessary to leave my teaching career.

I've always been described as "quiet" - really, I'm just biting my tongue. I've got lots to say, and lots of thoughts to share, I just prefer to write them. That's the purpose of this blog. Each Wednesday, I post a personal essay offering my observations and thoughts.

A few fun facts about me: I've wanted to be a writer since second grade, when my teacher, Mrs. Jones, made me a "book" with a yellow construction paper cover. I have never learned to whistle, have always preferred sunflowers to roses, and have spent my life living within the same zip code.

Through the years, my writing has been published in the Los Angeles Times, Christian Science Monitor, United Teacher, GreenPrints, L.A. Parent, DivineCaroline.com, RoleReboot.org, XOJane, and Brain, Child Magazine. Additionally, my personal essays have been included in several anthologies, including: The Barefoot Review, Beyond the Diaper Bag, Lessons From My Parents, Write for Light, Being a Grown-Up: A User's Manual for the Real World, Ka-Pow!, How Writing Can Get You Through Tough Times, Breath and Shadow, The Grey Wolfe Storybook, and Sisters Born, Sisters Found.
I am a regular contributor at MomsLA.com, and you can also find me at Goodreads.

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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

I Do - Fifteen Years Later

                                      Paul and I on our wedding day, February 14, 1999

        When my husband and I were married almost fifteen years ago, finances governed our wedding ceremony.  We were both shy of our twenty-third birthdays, and didn’t have much money.  My parents were going to help pay for a ceremony, but again, we weren’t given an infinite budget.  And I was too practical for that.  I didn’t want to spend thousands of dollars on a dress that would be worn for a few hours; I didn’t want to spend hundreds of dollars on flowers that wouldn’t last more than a few days.

   I wanted to spend money on our honeymoon in Maui, a trip for my husband and myself; I didn’t want to worry about feeding a bunch of people dinner.  We already felt married.  We’d been living together for a year.  The wedding was just the official ceremony; the requirement necessary to legally change my last name.  And because we had been living together, and had established our apartment, we didn’t register for gifts.  We weren’t looking at our wedding as a big “money-maker” (no dollar dances) or a “money taker” (no open bar).

   I wasn’t one of those girls who had spent hours imagining my wedding.  I didn’t grow up fantasizing about the color of my bridesmaids’ dresses or the music that would play.  I had no preconceived ideas in my head except that I knew when all was said and done, we would be husband and wife.  Once we became engaged, I still didn’t go out in search of bridal magazines or articles online.  I was more concerned with logistics -- missing a week of classes and arranging for time off work.

   I bought my wedding dress, off the rack in a department store.  A few days before my wedding, I went to my local supermarket, stocked up on flowers, and turned my kitchen into a make-shift flower shop, where I created bouquets, boutonnieres, and corsages.  My mom and I went shopping for wedding-themed paper plates, for the cake we would eat at the reception in my parents’ living room.

   Our wedding was sweet and heartfelt, and not pretentious at all.  Because when all is said and done, regardless of whether guests are served cake and champagne or steak and potatoes, two people go home married.  

   Now as we approach our crystal wedding anniversary, I do fantasize about what my dream wedding would look like.  When the time comes and my husband and I wish to renew our vows, I won’t be counting every penny, and I will make sure that I get just what I want.  Now, I know what I want.

   Instead of a ceremony in a small chapel on a busy street, I want to have a renewal ceremony on the beach.  Instead of pastel-hued flowers, I want to be surrounded by vibrant, happy sunflowers.  Instead of my hair swept up in a combination of hair spray and pins, I want my hair down, with loose waves.

   And I want music.  I want to walk down the sand to a song that has meaning to us.  I want to dance with my husband, my son, my dad, and my mom.  And I want our playlist to include “Forever” by the Beach Boys and Sade’s “By Your Side.” 

   We really didn’t know what the future had in store for us, but we had faith in each other and us.  Along the way during these fifteen years, that faith has been shaken and tested.  But it’s still kept us together.  And neither one of us would be who we are today without each other’s influence throughout the last fifteen years.

   We left our wedding blissfully content and full of hope.  Whenever we do choose to renew our vows, the ceremony will undoubtedly be different.  But, I’m after the same outcome.


  1. This was beautiful to read.You had a lovely wedding.I know you enjoyed every minute of your honeymoon in Maui.I have never been one for big weddings and spending money that can be used for each other.Daddy and I got married at City Hall in Las Vegas,and next month will be our 39th Anniversary.I don't feel it matters where you get married as long as it is with the right person marriage couldn't be better.I hope you have many many more Happy Anniversaries.I love you and I am so proud of you.

  2. I don't know where the years have gone. My wish for you is to have as good a marriage as your mother & I have. Your mother & I are proud of you.
    love, dad

  3. Honey,

    I am so proud of us!

    Can you believe that 15 years have gone by?

    I will always be by your side.

    Thank you for being you.

    I Love You!



  4. I love your story!! I can't believe it has been 15 years!!! I am so proud of both of you for loving each other through the good times and bad. I love both of you.