Mr and Mrs !

To all that were asking about this weekend, well...the critical 7 words were spoken. Those would be "I will", "I will" and "Man and Wife".  So, the F has been officially dropped from FSIL and it's now just SIL.  However, and here's the best part of marrying off your daughter, She's still MBD.


We'd arrived in time for the rehearsal on Friday during which, as expected, I fumbled the words for giving her away.  Oh well, plenty of time to repeat them over and over and over.  I mean how hard could it be to say "Her Mother and I do"?  I've dealt with Generals and Secretary's and Presidential Advisors.  But, I fumble I did.

But, in true Tim Allen fashion, I perservered.

The rehearsal dinner at Thurman's Mansion at the Salt Lick was fabulous.  Lot's of people present, and finally recovering my usually glib tongue, I wowed them with a story of losing and regaining my intellect.  So, the day ended on an uptick.

Saturday dawns early (sleeping in a new bed in a strange house, with a wee bit on my mind is not conducive to sleeping late), and I prepare to meet the day.

I slip off to the grocery store to buy provisions for the bevy of beauties who will be descending on our B and B to get beautiful.  Did I mention that MBD had 17 Bride's Maids?  Fortunately the B and B had a large loft where the 3 beauticians could work.  Realizing that nothing good could happen  being present under those circumstances, Little Juvat and I tried to make ourselves scarce.


Finally the limo arrives and takes MBD and her cohort up to the venue.  Were they are escorted to a secure area of the facility for final planning and preparation.

And, Oh, my Goodness, that phase when well! She went well off the scale in the beautiful category.  When they opened the door to the Bride's room so I could begin to escort her to the ceremony, I'm pretty sure (and I hope the photographers captured it) that my jaw hit the floor.  She looked drop-dead, stunningly, gorgeous.  So much so that I forgot to push the camera button on the phone.  

But...I know what you want to ask, so I'll answer the question that's on most of your folks mind.  

No.

I did not get misty eyed at that point.

Nor as I escorted her down the aisle.

Nor as I gave her away.  

(juvat, did you fumble the words? No, but somehow  it morphed into "Her Mother and I....and this cast of thousands behind me, do".  The crowd roared.)  But...no misty eyes.

None as they exchanged vows.

Nor as the pastor pronounced them Man and Wife.

Nor as they proceeded out.

Nor as they proceeded to the reception. 

Nor as they danced their first dance.

Nor as they cut the cake (and donuts, neither of them like cake so....donuts)

Nope... Not a drop.

However  at the Father-daughter portion?  Yeah, there might have been a tear or two shed.

Hey!  If Heartland needs a fill-in singer, I'm there for them

So, you're probably wondering how the dance lessons went.  Well, the instructor never returned my calls.  Mrs J stepped up and attempted to teach me to waltz.  

No, luck.  My rhythm sucks.  Just couldn't master it.  That having been said, whatever dance we did was wonderful. 

So....They're married.  We wish them the absolute best together.

But for now.....I'm going to go take a nap and then deal with the aftermath.

The aftermath