This past weekend my son, my only son, got married. Family and dear friends traveled far and wide to come to celebrate with us. He got married the day after his father, my late husband, would have celebrated his 66th birthday. So it could have easily been bittersweet..and it was bitter, but the sweet won out.
Aunts and uncles, cousins and sons, daughters and grandparents, all decked out and dolled up began to arrive by car, plane and train to witness the wedding, re-connect with friends and family, meet the new girlfriend and celebrate the news of an upcoming birth. Sharing tales of recent adventures and sharing photos of the growing grandchildren complete the familial circle. Lifting a glass in toast to the special couple from childhood friends and college frat brothers who speak about the loving circle that surrounds the newlyweds brings a tear to the eyes of some and laughter to all.
And the music and dancing continued long into the night! The first official married dance; daughter and Dad, son and Mother, and the rest of the crowd joined in with gusto! Spouses and partners, cousins and uncles, brothers and sisters, friends and lovers all spun around and swayed to the music. It was an evening to cherish forever.
May we all look back upon it with the ability to close our eyes, return to the dance floor, and smile at the memory!
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