Sure, I was partial, my young son, getting married, but I just cannot imagine anything going off so perfectly.
The weather was great, not too hot, and a nice breeze.
The Place, The Would, in Highland, New York.
The Setting, an outside, covered area, was originally a boccie ball court, flooring put down, decorated impeccably.
The Minister, Arlene, a Methodist, with a sense of humor, who had the infinite ability to make us smile, at the right time, and be serious, when it was called for. She involved the families and the audience in the wedding, not just the bride and groom. And then, at just the right appropriate moment, pulled out her guitar and sang. She was not restricted by accepted norms, and her interpretation was extraordinary. I wish I lived in New York, I would attend her church.
The Best Man, long story. My son, Brad, did not grow up with Debra as a sister. He met her later on in life, briefly, but apparently, the blood line merged them together. Brad decided many years ago to leave his home in Ohio and move to New York, and spend time with his new found sister. Brad selected her, to give him away. Dad swelled with pride at the decision. Actually, Dad cried when he heard of the decision.
The Bride, looked lovely and they maintained some old traditions, which were nice. Bernie looked lovely. It was apparent that Bernie and Brad were in love, and that the union of the two came about after some thorough soul searching and thought. Bernie was carrying a heavy family load, Brad was aware of it, and chose to accept the responsibility. I am so proud of my Son, he has truly become, a Man.
The entire day was perfect. The Dooley family also fell in love with the Colon family and her relatives, and I think they felt the same way.
It was a perfect wedding, in all respects, from start to finish.
A Toast, please, to the couple, for a long life, good health and prosperity.
Our world of "loved ones"' has been greatly expanded.
