For a couple of weeks, we have been wedding dress-sitting. We were chosen because we had space in our closet and no curious cats. Yesterday–the wedding eve–the dress was picked up by the “Man of Honor.” Time for a wedding!
Outdoor weddings in November are not for the faint of heart. The weather has been “iffy” this week. Showers, fog, clouds, patches of sunshine.
This morning, Miss Piggy and I headed to the beach while it was still dark so that I could take a picture of the sunrise. Surely, there would be one! Getting up before dawn was the easy part. Miss Piggy does not like the click of the camera. She peed, she pooped, she yanked her leash, she jiggled my arm.
“Suck it up,” I told her. “Just a couple more minutes.”
Frankly, Miss Piggy looked guilty. I just can’t figure out how she did it.
The sun rose brilliantly without my documenting it and quickly warmed the morning to the mid-60’s, but there was still the wind. . . . Most of the wedding guests had worn a jacket or shawl. The only one without a wrap was the bride . She wasn’t cold; she was GLOWING.
The wind caused us to lose the bride for a minute during the ceremony. Everybody helped in the rescue, including the minister. The groom looked relieved.
After the ceremony, the photographer took photos of the families while the guests were invited inside for coffee and pastries.
I thought it would be cute to include this little picture, but somehow this shapshot has ended up as my Desktop wallpaper. I don’t know how to get him off my Desktop.When the photographs were finished, we moved into the ballroom for a lovely sit-down buffet.
We have known the bride since she was a little girl, watched her grow up just two houses away.
Dearly Beloved loves her laugh. It gurgles and bubbles and spills forth in deep, throaty little hiccoughs. It’s a great laugh. We do not know her new husband well, but he is polite, hard-working, kind, and handsome. He has a nice laugh, too.
That’s our wish for them. . . may they always laugh together.
“I dropped a tear in the ocean, and whenever they find it I’ll stop loving you, only then.”