Sunday afternoon we attended my minister's wedding. She and her husband had both lost spouses to cancer and have grown children. The ceremony was beautiful. Simple, elegant, spiritual, and full of love.
Unfortunately, Michael and I were sitting nowhere near each other. He was sitting in the sanctuary translating the ceremony for some guests from Ecuador. Because I waited until the last possible minute to wake LW up from his nap, the kids and I were sitting in the overflow room, watching the ceremony on large-screen TV (although the bride and groom did walk through the room during the processional). LW talked non-stop, but at least he was whispering.
The reception was held at the small local airport. They had lots of balls, frisbees, and hula hoops for the kids to play with, and a magician/juggler/unicyclist who performed for half an hour. Dinner was served in an airplane hanger owned by a church member. We ducked out to get back to the inn after dinner, so we missed the dancing to the live steel drum band.
We've had lots of rain this month, but they were blessed with a glorious day.
LW, who adores the minister, has been talking about the party: "I saw Susan, I hugged her, and I said 'congratulations,' but I didn't marry her."
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Sounds nice. LM is still talking about LW and wants to see him. When she heard we are going hiking next week on our CO trip, she wanted to know (1) why we weren't staying a tent, and (2) why LW wouldn't be there. Too bad we live so far apart; it's not easy to make cross-country trips in either direction with four kids.
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