Here Come the Brides

Two of Chris' coworkers got married on Saturday, and not to each other. The girls were invited to come with us to both events, so we had a very busy day of wedding-hopping.

One of my tasks that morning was to perform a marriage in our living room. Ally put on her wedding gown and then helped Cora dress for her part as the unwitting groom. Daddy didn't like my impromptu rendition of "Pomp and Circumstance" (I know, wrong event), so he quickly found the more-appropriate "Here Comes the Bride" on the computer. The two lovebirds were married in a short ceremony, honeymooned in the kitchen, and then were on their way. . .

The first real ceremony (Lynn and Ralph) was in front of the Clover Island Lighthouse; it lasted 6 minutes. We went to the hotel for appetizers at their reception before driving into town for the second wedding. That service (Laura and Grant) was at the catholic church. Cora was getting too chatty and forgetting how to whisper, so I took her out just after the bride walked down the aisle. I almost got her to sleep in those 45 minutes; she woke up when she heard everyone cheer at the end of the ceremony. Then we loaded into the car and raced back to Clover Island. (Cora had a seven minute nap in her carseat.) We made it to the original reception just in time to scrape together a few Hawaiian dinner plates from the buffet chaffing dishes. Then the girls danced and danced and danced. We let them eat cake, too. Ally was in heaven, and Cora was following right along with her.

At one point, Ally told Lynn (bride #1) she was pretending it was HER wedding day. I wonder if that's why I caught her kissing the groom's grandson Bubba during a slow dance. . .