(My brother and my dad)
(Ruth’s (Dan’s bride) Grandpa and brother)
(My sister, Erin caught the bouquet! She was so proud!!)
(My brother Sam, dancing with Larkspur)
(My sister, Sarah with Dan)
Before the ceremony began, I went into the dressing area and saw Ruth, talking on her phone, looking concerned. I asked her if everything was allright. She explained that when she picked up her dress from the dry cleaners, that they had neglected to give her the veil. She only noticed when she went to get dressed. It was Sunday morning, they were closed, and there was nothing to be done. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “It happens.” And that was that. She didn’t cry, she didn’t freak out. I don’t know Ruth well, though we did get to spend a day with her last year, when she was interning in D.C. and Dan came to visit. So it is just a glimpse here and a glimpse there, but she seems very sweet. Her reaction to the veil situation really impressed me. She can roll with the punches (I can’t totally relate to that–been known to freak out a bit, so I really admire her attitude!)
The wedding was pretty small, and went smoothly as far as I could tell and my little girls loved every minute of being flower girls. I didn’t take many pictures of the actual ceremony, because there was a professional handling that. The wedding was mid-day and outdoors and I have no idea how to deal with that kind of harsh light-so thank goodness for the pro! Poor Dan got a sunburn, but it matched all the red. There was so much dancing afterwards, some traditional Mexican dances, and lots of just fooling around. The kids had loads of fun. My brother Sam had the most fun I think I’ve ever seen him have. He danced, and jumped, and jumped some more. He’d rest for a few minutes and then start again. Larkspur surprised me with all her dancing as well. She’s not as reserved as I sometimes think her to be! She was tuckered out by the end of the day, but Beatrix wasn’t. That child can go, and go, and go.
Oh, and according to my brother, during a conversation we had about a year ago when I was being a nosy big sister and asking him when he was going to propose, he says that my reply to him telling me that he was just “Waiting for the right moment,” was, “That’s bull@#$%. You just need to do it.” Ha!!!! I don’t remember using that strong language, but I guess it made an impression. He fondly told me that he likes to recount that story to friends and relatives. Oh dear!
I’m so glad he did propose and that he’s married now to sweet Ruth and I wish them so much happiness together!!!