Father of two Brides

Two daughters. Both now married. Mixed-feelings. Thankful they are responsible young adults making their way in the world vs. missing the little girls I use to give wheel-barrel rides to. Today was the wedding of our 2nd daughter. A summer wedding, done in orange and hot pink against white, it was a pretty affair. Married by the Bishop of our Ward, accompanied by his good wife, our ever-constant friends, the ceremony was, like them, warm and kind. Our granddaughter was the cutest flower girl I've ever seen. The centerpieces, gold fish swimming in rose bowls of pink seaweed, were fun. The meal after the wedding was, like the wedding itself, small in numbers and intimate, but very, very nice. I enjoyed our eldest daughter's Matron of Honor toast a great deal, it was sweet and from the heart. And I especially enjoy her husband's comments at the end of the meal wherein he suggested that given the fact that we all have the cell phone numbers of the newlyweds, we call and wish them congratulations, say around 10 p.m. to midnight. He was not only fabulous help before, during, and after the ceremony, but he brings to our family a sense of humor and goodness that I cannot imagine being without. Our own son was likewise a big help and we enjoyed having him home albeit for a short time. And so, we're thankful for family and friends whom we can depend upon, whom we lean upon, and whom we love. I hope you enjoy the photographs.
Be well. Do Good.