Wedding

So, it took almost all of my friends and kids to pull it off, but my son's wedding went quite well!

I got to play Best Man. 
Absolutely stunned me!
I was positive son hated me.
At least until he asked me stand with him!

I was Dutchman's Best Man when he got married in 1980.
So, I have done it before.
But many long decades ago!
So, I was a bit nervous ...

Of course, I knew NO ONE in the wedding party.
But I knew that traditionally, if son did not show up, I was expected to marry the bride!
Never heard of it happening, but I did not wish to be the test case in American culture!
And, if both of them pulled a no show I would be expected to wed the maid of honor.
Luckily, I was to find out that European wedding tradition is not followed here!

As it turned out, the Maid of Honor was a tall stunner.
Twenty-five with no prospects!
She was an eye full!
Most of the guys there were not sure if they should stand for her!!!!!

So, this was my fifth experience at wearing a tux.
And, I really hate it!
It took five guys to get me into this monkey suit.
Everyone was quite complementary - which I hate!
Looks mean nothing, except in our vacuous culture!
And though I have been wholly misled by beauty in my past - this was about the only way I would ever have spoken with this woman.
She needs much prayer if she is to succeed in life.

My grandson was the Ring Bearer.
So, I got him a real Bear ski8n head.
But he refused to be a Ring Bear!

So, the wedding was short and sweet.
Son made a good selection in a bride.
Though .... never mind, my values are not his ...

I am glad it is over .... utterly exhausted.

I wished them well, from my heart.
I told my son I was proud of him.
And, I wished her into my family.

The term is meaningless to her.
But she will learn much in the years ahead......