What time do we begin?
Everyone was relieved when the rain forced the wedding indoors. While an outdoor wedding is a nice thought, it was very hot and humid, as well as windy, outside. It would have wreaked havoc on the stunning hairdos. Tim showed the groomsmen where to stand while Maggie finished getting ready. The wedding started late, but in spite of Bryan looking at his watch no one seemed to mind. I listened to Taylor crack jokes while waiting my turn to be seated. Grandparents first, then parents. It felt a little odd sitting in this place of honor, but I was delighted to be there.
Elizabeth & Bailey (flower girl)
Elizabeth’s role was to help the flower girl process down the aisle…in case she froze. It was fortunate they had devised this plan or we might have witnessed a disappearing flower girl! Elizabeth dropped flowers as the flower girl shyly walked by her side.
As the bride walked down the aisle, Elizabeth and I turned to look at Bryan. He was smiling from ear to ear! He looked happy and content. Words can’t really express how proud I was of him. In that moment he was taking his bride, and his life (and ours) would be forever changed. We love Maggie, and we are thrilled to have her in our family!
Parents of the Groom
Tim did an excellent job with the service. He always does! A pregnant pause before he let Bryan kiss his bride left everyone with a chuckle. He was also beaming as he pronounced Bryan and his new wife to the crowd.
I made it all the way through the ceremony, dinner, and nearly finished with the reception without crying. Then they called me up for the Groom-Mother dance. I had forgotten we were going to do that! I guess I’ve had a few too many things on my mind lately. He had selected a song that we commented on at the onset of each verse’s lyrics. “Maybe we should have practiced,” I mused. Watching the Father-Bride dance made me a bit weepy as I waited my turn.
Bryan and Maggie
A friend who danced in competitions tried to teach me to salsa one time, but that was a disaster. My hips just wouldn’t move that way! I’ve always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance. Maybe one day my hubby will treat me to some lessons. I learned some of the steps from various events, but all that knowledge went out the window when they announced it was our turn. I’ll blame it on being 2 months post-operative, and just being tired. I was having trouble standing completely straight by the end of the night, so dancing a jig was out of the question. We opted for a dance move that would definitely not make it viral on Youtube. Just me and my boy moving on the dance floor without a care in the world.
More pictures, cake, traditional throwing of the bouquet and garter, and the dancing continued. At long last he carried her shoes as they walked through the front door, a few of us blowing bubbles in their path. It was a long night, but very satisfying.
I still can’t believe my baby boy is married!
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À la prochaine (Until next time) …