As with any major event, there is the build up, the hype, the anticipation, and then the day dawns with all it glory and chaos and panic, then, in the ensuing days, it all seems a bit dull. Despite our worries/fears, the wedding went off without any problems. I wish I could claim credit for this. Many times throughout the reception, people would comment to me how nice it was or how beautiful the decorations or great the food is, but honestly, my role was just one in the wings. The mother (bride and groom) deserve all the credit for their efforts to drive this event forward. And of course, the bride and groom worked hard to make this happen. In my mind, this was their affair, I'm just Father of the Groom who gets to be in the pictures and gets to sit at the reserved table. Many friends and family were offering up their congratulations and blessings but I felt it was the kids who did it all and I was just one of the supporting roles. After all the toasts and bouquet/garter tossing and send offs, when the reception ended and everyone headed home, Mark (Father of the Bride) and I were out there paying off the caterer and the bar tab and DJ and the limo driver and the various supporting staff. Now, please don't take this as complaining. I have never been so happy to fork over the coin for such an event. This was their moment, not mine, so I am elated to be a part of the whole circus.
|Waiting for his bride (I would note that he is way calmer at this point)|
|Your chariot awaits|
|Cutting the cake|
|Tossing the bridal bouquet|
In the meanwhile, we are enjoying lots of wedding cake for dessert.