A Wedding At Breakfast

I went to a wedding this morning. Mine.
I was sorting through some video’s and I came across our wedding tape. While Hubby and I had our second cup of coffee, I put it on. There we were in all our wedding finery, starting our life together. Eighteen and a half years ago.
I had planned the entire wedding. The music, the theme and the flowers. Of course for this wedding I was paying for the entire thing, (well, Hubby and I) so no one could veto my desires. We watched. We saw our daughters, so young, and so beautiful back then, (of course they are even more beautiful now!)our parents, (Hubby’s parents have gone now) and my dear Uncle George who walked me down the isle and gave me away. And sitting in the front row with my mother was my beloved “Uncle” Betty who passed on in December of last year.
The day was filled with promise and love. The comic relief was when Hubby choked saying his vows! I was unusually soft spoken, but we got the job done.
At one point I was weeping into my coffee and I realized that on the film, Uncle Betty was weeping too. Everyone thought she was a tough cookie, but she was really a sentimental woman, who cried watching one of her girls get hitched.
It was one of the happiest days of my life and it was so much fun to relive it, and to see those wonderful much loved faces once again.

7 thoughts on “A Wedding At Breakfast”

  1. That is beautiful. I love the way he is lookin’ at you. You were a beautiful bride…and you haven’t changed a bit. Noooo, it’s your eyes that need surgery..not mine!! ;0P

    That was very sweet and not even your anniversary.
    ♥Pam

  2. How great that you have video of the wedding! Have you transferred it to a DVD for safe keeping? Your notes about it had me all weepy.

    hugs,
    linda

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