The happy bride and groom
The weepy mother and sister
Why do we weep at weddings? "We" being those of us who routinely refuse to have our tears jerked by any number of sentimental strings.
Yes, it was my son and her brother, and look how grown up he'd become, and what a beautiful young woman had agreed to be his wife. I suspect, though, that what reduced this Greer-defined crone to near-sobs and strenuous nose-blowing was witnessing the please-God, not-too-ephemeral triumph of hope over experience.
I'll be back with some observations on the event's sartorial aspects when I've located the tissues.
Awwww! Thank you for sharing this lovely post and photos, Jane! Was rice thrown?
ReplyDeleteLovely photos - who took the one of you and Sarah?! Well spotted.
ReplyDeleteThe photo ended up on the bride's camera but neither she nor we have any idea who took it. But thank you to them, whoever they are.
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