Mr and I
were early for the wedding. This is unusual behaviour.
I did
forget to wear my wedding ring (more expected: it is often boxed, as I can't
wear it for work. Sometimes causes hilarious misunderstandings, that I work
evenings and must not wear a wedding band.) It snowed, a little flurry only.
The bride and bridesmaids, even with the faux fur stoles, were bravely cold. It
was easy to huddle us in for the big photo, seeking some communal heat.
After the
warming effects of a three course meal, sleepiness is inevitable. Little Finley
half snoozes on his Auntie's lap: he's not been well lately. None of us were
expecting him to vomit though. The bar staff handed over lukewarm soapy water
and paper towels: luckily for them I am an adept sick handler.
Then comes
the disco and the dance floor covered in colours of light and twirling tinies.
George does his first knee slide. Molly kicks her Uncle. Logan and Nathan stand
on a windowsill shrieking at the wild rabbits bobbing tails across the lawn.
On the
drive home we laugh, we are saying how cute, how happy: were we really
early?!
On an unrelated note: some laptop trouble this evening: if I disappear from here, it's only a technical hitch!
ReplyDeleteWhat a handsome group! A delightful occasion! And I learned that a lot of my city's evening pedestrians are martial arts instructors.
ReplyDeleteA lovely day Mr Geo: how lucky for you that there is such a good provision of instruction available :-)
ReplyDeleteLils, what a fabulous image. I'm in love.
ReplyDeleteSorry about having clean-up duty. Seems you should have been spared as much for arriving early!
This picture stars George and Layla. And I didn't mind the cleaning up, even with inadequate supplies, in fact I like a challenge. It doesn't always have to be vomit though!
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