Sunday, March 1, 2009
My two oldest on the dance floor, baby Nola and her father obscured just behind them, Pater "cutting a rug" to their right.
I admit I'm terribly selfish -- while I was pleased to see my husband's family, especially the now-grown nieces and nephews that we so seldom cross paths with anymore and who only days ago were putting on plays for us in their grandparents' basement, I mainly enjoyed watching my own small brood, as these photos testify. In fact, I was off the hook for most other socializing thanks to a table arrangement that kept groups together and apart. The wedding was quite lovely, as they can be, although I'm not so keen on that whole "nouveau traditional" golf club aesthetic. The buffet meal was quite sumptuous and the open bar, while not abused at all, relaxed the crowd into an easy enjoyment. My nephew loves a podium, thanks to his theatre background, but knows not to take advantage of it, so did a stellar job as MC. My niece made a beautiful, if not blushing, bride -- she literally jiggled with excitement, barely holding back giggles of delight as she recited her share of the vows. I will admit to holding back some secret giggles myself, mentally rapping my own knuckles when I couldn't help recalling something Duchesse posted about a few weeks ago (sorry for being cryptic again, but altho' I've never let Pater's family know about my blog, discovery is always possible -- If you read us both, though, you'll catch my meaning).Pater and Nola having a conversation, my daughter-out-of-law, Joey, looking on.
Men in suits: The good-looking men in the family. l to r, Brian, my daughter's BF; Adam, Nola's dad; Zach, my son, and Pater