Finally home from the wedding. It was at a beautiful church way out in the country. It was also the first wedding I'd been to where there wasn't a flower girl/ringbearer, instead they had one person sprinkle large gold glitter on the aislerunner before the bride came down. I would not want to be the one to sweep afterwards. It was everywhere.
The reception was at the Warsaw Wyndham Gardens ballroom and we had the choice of flat iron steak or chicken cordon bleu. The cake was iced with white roses with gold piped rings.
I usually don't cry at weddings but the groom/mother dance (my nephew/sister-in-law) was to I Believe I Can Fly and when she started crying so did I and then my mother-in-law sitting beside me started crying. Pass the tissues. At the first chorus of that song I could hear
everyone on the groom's side of the family was singing. It was amazing! During the bride/father dance they played a lovely song in Spanish with Spanish guitar. Her parents moved here from Mexico many years ago.
It seemed like such a long ride home (even though it was shorter) and we got home just in time for the Coca-Cola 600.

Now I need to catch up here.