Picturing Plumeria

Planning my wedding was a little stressful.

Wait, I know what you are thinking. What wedding planning process ISN’T a little stressful? It’s the nature of the beast! I’m sure most brides-to-be have experienced that familiar bottom lip quiver at some point during the process. (Or full-out bridezilla rage…you know who you are.)

My wedding, which was supposed to be a very intimate affair in another country, blew up in my face about 5 months before it was supposed to happen. Chicka chicka BOOM. Suddenly I had no calendar date, no venue, no caterers, and wasn’t even sure if our amazing photographer would still be available.

Like I said, planning my wedding was a little stressful.

I had to start at square one. D and I still wanted a destination wedding, but how were we going to make that happen in such a short time? We dreamed of eloping to Europe, but ultimately couldn’t stand the thought of our immediate family not being there to celebrate with us. And then it hit me like a gigantic coconut in the face. Hawaii.

Several holed up days of internet research, phone calls and faxes later, I booked a lovely hotel on the Big Island.


Those five months flew by, and before I knew it, I was on a plane across the Pacific. Upon arriving on the Big Island, I marveled at the landscape filled with huge lava rocks, but was surprised to see such a difference once I reached the hotel’s grounds. It was absolutely lush. Bright green grass, intensely-colored flowers, the lava rocks mingling with the deep blue ocean. I was in heaven.

I’m pretty sure I was doing pirouettes around the lobby when I got my first whiff of plumeria. To say that it was completely intoxicating would be an understatement, and I couldn’t get enough. Luckily, the lei I received upon arrival at the hotel was made entirely from the flowers. For the rest of the trip, I filled our room with the scent of plumeria leis, and that scent now embodies one of the most wonderful weeks of my life.


There are only a few scents that immediately trigger a walk down memory lane – Opium (the fragrance my mother wore during my childhood), my great-grandmother’s Thanksgiving dressing cooking in the oven, and the smell of a middle school friend’s older sister’s car (a strangely heady mixture of Jasmine stick incense and cigarette smoke). After our wedding trip to Hawaii, plumeria became one of my elite.


From our intimate ceremony,


To the toasts made afterward.


The sweet scent of plumeria lets me hop in my time travel machine and subtract 5 years.


To one of the happiest moments in my life.

  1. marianne

    October 16, 2009 at 12:45 pm

    Swooooon. <3

  2. TJ

    October 16, 2009 at 2:04 pm

    I should send you cuttings for a tree.

  3. Kristin

    October 16, 2009 at 5:09 pm

    Sounds wonderful! I am not married yet, but if I could have a wedding as gorgeous as yours I would feel very, very lucky!

  4. Elisa Hebert

    October 18, 2009 at 10:18 am

    I got married about 6 weeks ago to the most wonderful woman on the planet and in just 2 more short weeks we head to Maui for our honeymoon.

    Your wedding looks like every wedding should – a dream, and a little bit magic.

    .-= Elisa Hebert´s last blog ..Video of the Day: “Hir”- Poem =-.

  5. Sarah

    October 19, 2009 at 4:59 am

    sweet and so pretty! (I love weddings…!)
    .-= Sarah´s last blog ..vocabulary lists =-.

  6. kirida

    October 19, 2009 at 12:31 pm

    Awww, I love weddings and plumeria! I grew up on a tropical island with a very large plumeria tree in our front yard and this smell brings me back to that beautiful childhood spot.
    .-= kirida´s last blog ..a stable, young man =-.

  7. Andrea

    October 20, 2009 at 6:00 pm

    Beautiful! I am planning my wedding in South America and have already gone completelly insane selecting a venue without seeing it first, arranging a ceremony in three languages, and deciding on a menu without being there in person. I am glad to see it IS possible. I hope my wedding is as lovely as yours :)
    .-= Andrea´s last blog ..baby rollin’ =-.