So, my sister seems to really like this guy. Good thing, ’cause she just married him. I like him, too, so phew, that really worked out. Mostly though, I’m happy that this was the kind of wedding that didn’t require bridesmaid dress fittings and the assembling of cheesy wedding favors late into the night. Five of us, plus one dog, attended.
We gathered at the foot of the mountains in western Virginia, where the colors of fall were still fading.
A snafu with the bouquet (um, who was supposed to bring that?), had me violently pillaging the one imitation floral arrangement to make an impromptu spray. After wrapping a hank of ribbon around the stems, she was good to go. When the music kicked on, she floated down the aisle, they exchanged vows, the dog didn’t eat the rings, and they were married. Simple as that.