August 12, 2012, We take a trip to the Trolley Barn in Atlanta to attend the wedding of my wonderful son J.R. and his beautiful bride, Christine. (actually, they are both beautiful and they are both wonderful.), There was a fun rehearsal the night before.
On the afternoon of the big event, I enjoyed the old fashioned look of things as Willoree waited patiently for things to begin. It remind me of someone patiently waiting for the scheduled train in days long gone by.
The groom and his mother struggled over the boutonniere. Maybe wrestled would be a better word. At any rate, it was finally pinned to perfection.
A proud and happy grandmother waits for the festivities to begin. You don’t have to look to closely to see the love in her eyes.
Sheila Ennis (who is also my wonderful sister-in-law) officiated, giving a most pleasant combinitation of humor, sensitivity, and love. Christine was radiant throughout the entire event and J.R.—Well he was J.R.
J.R. and Christine had spent a lot of time selecting the music. I was impressed with the d.j. who made everything work with actual records. That’s what I said, records. After a very nice dinner and a few toasts and speeches, I was delighted to see my baby sister Mary get into some rockin’ and rollin’.
And instead of a Wedding cake? POPSICLES. How delightful that was. We had a choice of chocolate with sea salt or orange basil.
I thought the planners were smart to put up a tent so that it wouldn’t rain.
There’s my blog for today. Now it’s nap time.