I went to my neighbor’s and long time friend’s wedding last night. I remember when we were younger, we used to dress him up in dresses. Now he is a young man, married to a beautiful woman. The wedding ceremony was beautiful. The sun was shining. The air was warm. The vows were heartfelt. My God-daughter was the cutest flower girl ever and I can’t wait for her to be mine. The ring bearer was brought down the aisle in a Radio Flyer Wagon. My best friend sang “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” as a tribute to the bride and groom (groom and my best friend are siblings). I always seem to cry when Kimberly sings. Especially with this version.
And to end the evening, I caught the bouquet! It’s kinda a funny story. I turned around to all the YOUNG ladies behind me as I was standing in the front row and stated, “I am old! I am 36! It’s my turn next!” They all graciously took a few steps back and let me catch the bouquet.