We went to a wedding yesterday. It was a lovely day for November. Sure it was overcast, but there was no rain to really speak of and it was surprisingly "warm". Of course "warm" for November means it was pretty cool.
The service got off to a bit of a late start and the whole congregation had a bit of a snicker because the Minister had neglected to turn off her microphone while readying the wedding party for their trip down the aisle. The bridesmaids looked lovely in their strapless ice blue gowns. The bride of course was gorgeous, as all brides are on their wedding day. I love going to weddings. I love to see how each couple has made that day their own. I tend to get a tad emotional, even if I don't know the couple all that well which was the case yesterday.
Weddings stir up all kinds of emotions. I remember our own wedding. What a wonderful day that was and how I'd do it all again in a second. Prior to the ceremony starting the organist was playing a hymn that sounded very familiar to me. What is that hymn? I asked Mike even though I had a hunch. He didn't know either, but agreed that he had heard it before. A quick check through the hymnal and my hunch was correct. The organist was playing God Who Blesses New Beginnings which is the hymn we sang at our wedding. I also get a little melancholy. I see the bride and her dad and miss my own. I'm disappointed I didn't have the chance to share that moment with him. I always hope the bride appreciates what a special moment that is to have.
After the ceremony the wedding party braved the outdoors for some photographs. The girls wrapped in beautiful faux fur wraps, the bride in a lovely white cape. Then on the the reception. The hall was stunning, very tastefully decorated. The food was great and plentiful. There seemed to be endless courses, each one better than the last. We started eating at about 6:30 and finally finished up around 9 pm. Just in time for the buffet to come out at 10:30. I was pretty full, but they had a chocolate fountain so what's a pregnant girl to do? I indulged in a tiny piece of cake and a strawberry and pineapple chunk dipped in the chocolate fountain. I told Mike I really needed to have one of those at home. Not long after that my pregnant body had just about enough. My restless legs needed to be out of my heels and dress and into my jammers. It truly was a beautiful day and we were happy to be a part of this couple's new beginning.
For Mike the evening was a bit more tricky since he had his three wives in one room. Yep you heard me right, Mike's three wives. See back in the early days it was just me. One wife was more than enough for Michael. Then along came Karen, truly a sweetheart of a woman and Mike, just like every other man who's ever come in contact with her, developed a crush. So there we have the second wife. Then Karen got a transfer to another store so that sort of left a vacancy and as luck would have it, along came Yoli. Before you know it Yoli became wife number three. Mike doesn't usually like us all together. He mutters something about George Costanza and worlds colliding. Plus we tend to gang up on him in situations like that. Well Yoli and I do, Karen isn't around that much these days so she predictably takes his side. He did take a picture of all of us together, but Yoles would kill me if I posted it here. I can, however, post a picture of Mike and his favourite wife.
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