Remind Me Again: Who's Getting Married?

Late this afternoon we attended the wedding of the daughter of one of Susan's coworkers at church.  That my-mom-works-with-you connection is why we were invited; I had never before met either the bride or the groom.  It was a lovely and simple wedding: a pianist but no organist, congregational hymns but no featured vocalists, a thoughtful but succinct sermon, and we were out of there after 35 minutes (yep, Lutheran).

Megan and Tyler with the maid of honor and best man on either side, the presiding minister in the middle, and the lesson reader off to the side.

We greeted the couple and their parents in a receiving line outside the church and blew bubbles at the bride and groom as they walked to their vehicle.  Then we, too, drove to the Elks Lodge to join them for supper to be followed by a social and a dance.  At each place setting, there were Hershey's Kisses and homemade cream cheese mints; and on each table, there were bottles of homemade raspberry/rhubarb wine with personalized labels.  Susan and I visited with the others seated at our table and sent our daughters to fetch punch, nuts, and mints periodically.  The ushers from the wedding wandered the room with pitchers of beer to pour for those who wanted it with supper, which included fried chicken, roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn--and, of course, wedding cake for dessert.

After a long day of yard work (weeding, mowing, planting flowers), we were too pooped and sore to stay for the wedding dance, but we did leave the disposable camera at our table full of images of us and the others at our table (thanks to our daughters, the amateur photographers) for the happy couple to enjoy for eternity.