The Wedding

My cousin’s wedding is over… and now I’m a little let down. *sob* :-( But it was a lovely wedding…they’re two really great people and the whole thing went beautifully. Of course, there were a few hitches.... First, my sister and I were the guest book attendants (it’s a very important job) and at the beginning of the seating, the ushers were missing and nobody knew where they were! And I discovered that ushers really are important because people expect someone to be there to guide them. If no ushers are standing at the door, the guests are completely helpless about knowing where to sit. :-) But the ushers finally did appear and all was well…for a time…. As the bridesmaids were going up the steps to the platform, each one tripped on her dress but thankfully, they were hanging onto a groomsman and so none of them went headlong into the pastor. Then, during the vows, one of the bridesmaids calmly knelt and put her head down and then, after a moment, she stood up and slipped out a back door. (I don’t even think the bride and groom noticed…they were into their vows so….) The bridesmaid did come back after a bit, resumed her position, and walked out with the others. Later, she said that she felt like she was going to faint. (It was rather warm in the sanctuary of the church and she had to stand up for a long time…so that was understandable.) So other than a few small things, and one near crisis, the wedding went beautifully. "I love weddings. Drinks all around!" (Don't worry, I only had one sip of champagne and one sip of chocolate raspberry wine and they were both very nasty. I've decided that I really don't like alcoholic beverages at all.) :-) I didn’t get to sleep until 11:45 last night…and I had to get up at 7:00 for church this morning… so I’ve been walking into doors and dropping things and mixing up words like I usually do when I’m sleep deprived. :-) (It’s dangerous!) And, then, last night, at 11:30, I remembered that I’d forgotten to sign the guestbook. :-D

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That Matchmaking Gleam

Okay, so the ceremony was over, and there was a little cake and punch reception at the church before the dinner reception somewhere else, and one of my Mom’s old friends came over to talk to my sister and I. She asked about our ages and school situations and then she said, “Do you have beaus?” I wanted to laugh but held it together enough to reply that no, I don’t have a boyfriend and exchanged a look of amusement with my sister as she said she didn’t have a boyfriend either. “Well, you know, there’s plenty of time for that…let me tell you how my sister met her husband at a hospital.” (Remember my sister is a nurse.) So she told us the story and it was a nice one and I liked it…but then, she said sorrowfully, “But, she lost him five years ago, in his sleep, and now she’s dying of cancer…so it wasn’t a happily ever after story.” I was completely stunned but managed to gasp “I’m…so…sorry.” My mom’s friend is very matter of fact and a Christian so she wasn’t being morbid but, yikes! She moved on then and a gleam came into her eyes, “Now, I do have three nephews and two of them are about your ages…” “Horrors! A matchmaker!” I groaned inwardly and exchanged another look with my sister. So, then she told us about her nephews and how they want to go to Med. School and how they don’t have girlfriends and all their good points and ages…. Sounded like she was trying to start a clinic or build a bridge or something. Such a nice lady but, oh, for pity’s sake, I don’t want to buy your nephews! :-D When we politely got away, I dragged my sister out to the hall and groaned, “Wasn’t that just awful?!” And then we practically collapsed laughing...it was all so ridiculous…we just couldn’t help it. :-)

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I Could Have Danced All Night

At the wedding reception last night, I danced. No really, I did―I grabbed my brother and pulled him out to the dance floor and discovered that I love dancing. I always thought I would like it but I’ve never really had the chance to try. My sister had already asked my grandpa to dance and my great aunt and uncle were swing dancing―they were really good and I never knew they could dance like that! Before long, we had my first cousins (ages 9 & 13) in on the act and were doing what I’d call demi-swing because we knew a few things and then made up the rest. :-) (Unfortunately, only one song out of three was worth dancing to―that’s the way it goes these days―and not many songs were exactly the swing type. :-/) It was great…especially because the boys soon figured out how much fun it is (and they were really good) and kept asking my sister and I (and my grandma and aunt) to dance. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen my brother demi-swing dancing with my great aunt! (Check out the introverted, un-socialized home-educated kids! :-D) We also did line dancing and waltzing. Towards the end, I was waltzing with my nine-year-old cousin (so fun!) and then, I nearly fell over in a heap. Why? Because my parents were on the dance floor and, get this, they had never danced before last night. Never. My dad hates it so much that they didn’t even have dancing at their wedding. It was truly a miracle. As we were leaving, Thriller came on and we all started groaning because we didn’t get to dance to it…even the boys were sad. :-)

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