Athena's Wedding reception went off with only the expected hitches, which is about as good as I can expect.
I asked my cousin Alaina to make signs for the potty poetry you all contributed. Being the scrapbooky sort, she made sure that each had tulle and custie matching moutings. I reminded her that it was poop poetry, and cutsie wasn't really required.
Old Man Flangas (whom no one but Uncle Mike can stand - guess who invited him?) showed up at the reception demanding whiskey and his own bottle of champagne. Dad - he was the guy you had to muscle for smoking a cigar in the church at my wedding. Classy.
Athena was beautiful, Patrick was handsome, and the ceremony made me all teary, it was so pretty.
Now we just need to do it again tomorrow for the baptism.
Posted by Jen at September 30, 2006 6:00 PMA 'hitching' always has 'hitches'.... so do dual baptisms and it's all just a natural part of the way things are supposed to flow. As much as some of us (ahem) may want perfection in all things, it's a generally accepted fact that life, and all the things that happen within it, aren't.
Those who succeed are the ones who accept, adapt, and move forward with a true, yet sometimes, silent spirit. For this reason, you are a success.
You've done an absolutely fantastic job of getting everything ready for both events. Be proud of what you've done, not just for the tremdously challenging technical aspect of pulling everything off but for the fact that you've done all of this because of the love and kindness in your heart and soul. There is no greater reward.
Hitches will come, and hitches will go... but the simple, true and genuine love of a good hearted woman will always shine brightly.
I'm proud of you, honey. I Love You.
And, don't forget, Dad will always be ready to take care of the likes of Old Man Flangas!
Man, I forgot to go in the bathroom. How about a picture?
Posted by: susan at October 2, 2006 7:34 AM