My neighbor is getting married tomorrow. It's a pretty big deal. People are scurrying around the yard, setting up tables, chairs, a stage for the band... all in the pouring rain.
Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor. It never rains in this high plains desert. Why now?
Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor. It never rains in this high plains desert. Why now?
It's the first marriage, for both of them, though each are in their 40's. Gary vowed he wouldn't get married unless he met someone truly right for him. Kelly was acting on the same promise, 2,000 miles away.
There are 98 million singles in America and 5,000 internet dating services working to change all that. These two met, by chance, when she was returning a DVD and he was on vacation in her hometown. Go figure.
I got to help with the flowers! White, white, and more white: Orchids, Gardenias, Callas, Plumeria and perky little Daisies for the outside tables.
Contrary to current belief, white for weddings symbolizes purity of heart and the innocence of childhood. Yellow symbolizes hope and happiness. (For all you non-commital singles out there, yellow also symbolizes cowardice. :-)
I can't think of better colors for my favorite eternal optimists.
Here's hoping they play that Etta James song, 'At Last,' when he gets to kiss the bride.
Here's hoping they play that Etta James song, 'At Last,' when he gets to kiss the bride.
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