Wow.

The wedding was wonderful. All the bother and bluster was a little wearing, but the ceremony was funny and very, very moving.

Laura and I started the day getting our hair and make-up done. Imagine a bunch of sorority girls and a couple of flower girls invading a salon. We ate donuts, drank coffee, and tried to get beautiful. Don’t even ask how much it cost me. I had my hair spiked and the lady that did my make-up put it on thick. Laura hated it. Everyone else loved it. It was a bit surreal looking like that all day.

I had two dresses that I couldn’t decide between, so I tried them both on for my mother and my sister. We went with mauve with sparkles that I didn’t realize would leave a glitter trail on everything I touched. My car is full of pink glitter. Jeff’s tuxedo was covered with it. Shows you how much I leaned on him all day.

The ceremony was wonderful. It was just so Jon and Laura. I did fine until Jeff walked Laura down the aisle. I could her him sniffing from the back of the chapel. Then when I saw them, they were both crying, and I lost it for a few minutes. The minister made everyone laugh only a couple of lines into his introduction, and that took the edge off of the melancholy emotion. The vows the kids wrote for each other choked me up again. But I made it through without weeping all over the place. It was just so clear how much they love each other and how much they belong together. Every word, every gesture screamed it. I was so happy for them.

The reception was a hoot. Loud music, good food, family, and friends. The only weepy moment was when Jeff danced with Laura. He was crying so hard he had to take his glasses off. I was a mess for a few minutes. It was so nice to see so many people I loved all together. I only wish I had time to spend individually with everyone. But I was the good hostess and tried to get a chance to visit with everyone by table hopping. By the time the Old Man and I made it home about 11pm, we were EXHAUSTED. Today is nap day for the old folks.