I find it harder to write posts about big happenings than every day trivial stuff. So writing about the wedding of my only sister is stumping me. I’ll give it a go:
It was a lovely ceremony and everything went right. Grace ran out of petals half way up the aisle, despite two successful practice runs the night before. I’m told she then turned the bucket upside down, looked in it and shook it a bit and then walked, arms out airplane style, the rest of the way up. I seem to be the only person in the church not in position to see this so I hope Mark caught it on video.
The whole shebang had a lot of tradition. It was in January, like the groom’s parents’ wedding. The bakery was the same one my parents used. The cake topper was used by my grandma, mom, me and now Becky. The rehearsal dinner was at the site of Becky and David’s first date. Everyone was invited to go bowling between the ceremony and reception, which the couple did on their first date and on the day they got engaged. (Grace got to bowl for the first time and is looking forward to doing it again.)
The reception was a lot of fun. I feel like I spent the first half running around after kids but once the in-laws took the kiddos back to the hotel for bed, I got some serious dancing in, mostly with fellow bridesmaid Katie Champion. The cabin crew were about the only people who stuck around till the bitter end (which was early, 11:30!) and it was fun to be able to hang out with them. We don’t get to see them as often as I’d like.
The gift opening the next day was good too — yummy wedding leftovers and lots of creative gifts. Connor took a lot of photos — mostly of the floor, my dad’s socks and his own jeans. He did manage to squeak out a couple of usable ones though.
Some photos here.