The Wedding of the Year

Well my little sister’s wedding was FANTASTIC. That woman deserved every bit of it. She was poised, beautiful and utterly relaxed on her special day. Her husband Cory will be a very nice addition to the family.

The rehearsal led to the groom’s dinner at the Cold Spring golf course club house. The Friday evening provided a nice opportunity to get to meet the wedding party and the groom’s family. Cory’s dad snapped a great picture of the family which will definitely make the web site.

On clear day, I am reminded of the expression, ‘the sun shines on the righteous’, from a favorite English tour guide of ours. The expression couldn’t have spoken more truth on that gorgeous, bright sunny April day. One of the most decent and respectable people I know, my ever-giving sister Lori, was to wed. The ceremony was very pleasant; everyone was all smiles and seemed to float up and down the stairs of the traditional Catholic mass. We ‘stole’ the bride and groom—because we could—for one quick drink at the Legion. The reception, and literally, the reception of the bride and groom to the wedding hall, was a joyous and tear-jerking moment. The light from the sun on their backs provided an amazing silhouette, and I think I am happy that I didn’t get a picture, as they never do justice, because I’ll remember that image forever. It’s mine to reflect on whenever I want. The wedding party, in all their grandeur, sat at the head table. I, along with Dion, Lexy, Jordan and the flower girl and “extras”—read spouses of wedding party, sat in front of the head tables. The conversation had at, what we dubbed the ‘kids table’ was so very much adult, it scared us. When I say adult, it was the sophistication and intelligence that Lori’s children possess at such a young age, that truly left a grin on the so-called adults at the table—Dion, Eric, Jodi, Adam and myself! I love those kids.

The dance promptly started after dinner, and, once I started (which was essentially after most of the early typical wedding tunes), you couldn’t drag me off that floor. I danced for many reasons. I danced because it was fun. I danced to keep from crying (because I was so happy for Lori)! But mostly I danced to celebrate the great event. Gosh, could I gush anymore? Special Thanks Autumn and Laurie for the laughs and ‘Footloose’ good times on the dance floor, and to the apparently headless DJ: I’m GAY, so the never ending references to the “ladies snatching up Lori’s unmarried brother” were pointless, but did give us a good laugh!