So, I was in a wedding. It was a good weekend. A mixed bag of emotions. I was in a series of weddings when I was younger. I was a flower girl several times, a maid of honor for my mom's best friend, a junior bridesmaid, and a bridesmaid in both of my brothers' weddings. But, that was years ago. This was my closest friend to get married and it was just plain weird. I can't believe that we are old enough to make commitments like this! I think they will have a good marriage and I was honored to be part of the ceremony. Everyone looked beautiful and handsome. My mother worked the reception room like a butterfly while my father worked the dance floor with his bow tie on. Donnovin got down in his velvet blazer and Jared danced with me for a couple of hours because he has a crush on me. The strapless dresses looked great on everyone and didn't budge too much. The fruit bowls were plentiful and I was well fed.
Oh yes, and then there was this in the reception hall where we ate delicious bar-b-que at the rehearsal dinner. We are still against the Nazis, just in case there was any confusion.
So, received two calls yesterday, one right after the other. One from a parent stating that his child is doing wonderfully in recovery. One from a grandfather stating that his grandson has disappeared. Oh, recovery and relapse.
2 comments:
Thanks for making me laugh at the end of crazy day! It was great to talk to you this morning. Thanks for listening and being a wonderful friend on this journey of life.
How did I not notice that artful little banner in the reception hall?
I agree about this craziness of friends making big life decisions. I mean, whoa, take it easy, folks and let's just all slow things down a little bit... here's a cup of tea to think things over.
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