A Wedding, and a wonderful wedding indeed.

My son was married last weekend. We love his bride and our whole family enjoyed the day.  The sky was clear, the temperature was perfect, not cold or hot and the air was still.  Later in the evening a full moon rose over the hills looking almost “man-made” it shown so brightly and seemed so large.  All the men wore kilts and the bride wore a lovely lace strapless gown, and on her feet decorative cowboy boots. The bridesmaids wore brown short dresses and carried charming bouquets.  They also wore cowboy boots, at least the younger ones did.  The best man, was the groom’s father and he wore a family tartan kilt as did the other groomsmen.  When it came time for the rings to be exchanged the minister was not able to untie the knots that held the rings on the ringbearer’s little plaid pillow. So one of the uncles of the groom handed a dirk he had been wearing in his sock to the me, the mother of the groom and I in turn handed it to the minister.  He quickly severed the knots and the wedding went on as planned. The backdrop to all of this was a pond several acres long. The wedding party was reflected in the water, I suspect if anyone had had the presence of mind to photograph it from that angle. They were married under a tent from Pakistan, patterned with colors of yellow, red, white, blue and green.  The flower arrangements done by the brides sister in law flanked the wedding party and lent drama to the event. Weddings are all lovely, but this one was one of the most beautiful and unusual ones I have ever experienced. We all wish them the most wonderful life and years and years ahead to enjoy each other. Congratulations to Charley and Andrea!