Last Thursday my entire family left for California to attend my brother's wedding. My daughters were flower girls, step-daughter a bridesmaid, my step-son a groomsman, my wife performed a reading during the ceremony, and I was the best man.
As such it was not only a very busy four days, there is a lot to tell.
I've taken notes and plan to write about it in more detail, but for now (and because I'm supposed to be working), it'll have to come later. I might actually write in installments.
That way I can keep all three of you coming back for more.
I'll start with this, though: I've been involved in many weddings, both as a best man and a groomsman. Years ago, I was the best man for a friend and was drunk before the ceremony even started, had a hard time standing up straight during the ceremony, forgot the notes for my toast, and generally made an ass of myself. I've also attended weddings as a groomsman that were so stuffy it felt more like a funeral than a wedding (though that's not a commentary on their marriage - they're still happily going along.)
My brother's wedding, however, was the best wedding I've ever been to or been part of.
More later.
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