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HS and I arrived at the bridal suite, currently dripping with estrogen. We were the only men there, although Mr. Photographer arrived shortly thereafter to help Mrs. Photographer with the shoots. BFF, for some reason, was there holding the hand of what must be a cousin's little girl. I found out afterwards that the girl had been upset outside waiting with all the adults for the ceremony. BFF had asked, "Do you want to go see BD with Goddaughter?" That calmed her down considerably. Another cutie in the family. She was very quiet and polite. We ended up with many photos of her from the later festivities.

Speaking of cuties, the women present were well beyond cute. It started at beautiful and went up from there. GW, of course, was gorgeous (I must find someplace to take her to show her off in that dress.). But she was only in second place today. What comes above "gorgeous"? The happy bride in her gown. Stunning. Ravishing. Dazzling. Amazing. The genetic crapshoot of life was highly successful for us, and her. For all the warning I'd had over the years (that Glamour Shots set of photos taken in high school, for instance), I could hardly believe this was my little girl. Except she wasn't going to be mine for much longer.

The coordinator got the bridesmaids, mothers of the bride and groom and HS all lined up, then led them out of the room. BD and I were left there alone. Well, not quite. One of the photographers was there. Quick aside: the photographers were everywhere! I've never seen two busier people, nor two who were so obviously happy with what they did for a living. I did catch them eating their dinners at one point, but other than that, I don't think they sat down for the entire event.

We watched the rain while waiting our turn. If rain on your wedding day is good luck, then BD and SIL will be together for a hundred years, hit three lottery jackpots and then a Vegas slot machine to boot. It POURED! Lightning, thunder, maybe some hail, the whole bit. I think the storm passed right over us. The delay for the thunder wasn't long in a few cases. Good thing we had moved inside.

We talked, too. I can't remember about what. Nothing consequential, I'm sure. What else can you say to your about-to-be-married daughter that you hadn't already discussed, or should have? Way too late for anything serious. Everything I had talked about with BD and FSIL over the last few days, together and individually, just showed how they felt about each other, and how right this was. BD was nervous, too, probably for different reasons than FSIL. Hers was mostly from the leap into the unknown. The major lifestyle change, to be sure, but also the cross-country move, the lack of job and of housing for the time being, not to mention how the wedding itself would go. The rabbi had come in to the suite to chat while the men were still upstairs, and she felt he was upset with her for some reason. Since he never came up to see FSIL, I had no idea why. The mixed marriage, perhaps? Maybe he thought FSIL had intended to convert. Dunno. As long as he performed the ceremony, I didn't particularly care.

I've had an outside wedding moved inside at the last minute, although ours was on a much smaller scale than yours.

From the photos, it looks like an excellent transition and a beautiful setting even though that wasn't the original plan. Very good job by the coordinator.
You didn't look a bit nervous to me.

I only can assume that rain on your wedding day is good luck.

As I may have related here, my wedding had many a bump caused by the "Great Floods of 1993", including torrential rain during the night before our wedding that nearly trapped my bride at her parent's house.

Still, it was the greatest day of my life, as well as the most joy-filled and humor-filled one.

Here was our Gospel reading:

Matthew 7:

1"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

7"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.
9"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! 12So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.

24"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. 26But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash."
28When Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were amazed at his teaching, 29because he taught as one who had authority, and not as their teachers of the law.


I thought that we never would stop giggling when the minister got to verse 24. I can only hope that BD and SIL have half as much joy when they recall the craziness that surrounded their wedding.

kayrharris wrote: You didn't look a bit nervous to me.

I seldom do. One of the funniest aspects of my own wedding came several years afterwards. I was looking at the album photos when it dawned on me that I had exactly the same facial expression in every picture. Whatever nervousness I may have felt, I apparently hid behind a mask.

It was probably more like cluelessness. "When you can keep your head while all others around you are losing theirs, you obviously don't understand the situation."

gsabc wrote:One of the funniest aspects of my own wedding came several years afterwards. I was looking at the album photos when it dawned on me that I had exactly the same facial expression in every picture. Whatever nervousness I may have felt, I apparently hid behind a mask.

This is not a habit that would win you points with the APs.

MarleysGh0st wrote:

gsabc wrote:One of the funniest aspects of my own wedding came several years afterwards. I was looking at the album photos when it dawned on me that I had exactly the same facial expression in every picture. Whatever nervousness I may have felt, I apparently hid behind a mask.

This is not a habit that would win you points with the APs.

Hey, I improved enough after 15 years or so to get on WoF! Another 15 years should have made me even better, and certainly good enough for the APs. Now I just need to convince them of that.