Two weeks ago, the rain held off long enough to have a wedding. The ceremony was lovely, and I was honored to have so many friends and family celebrating with us. There is much I'll cherish and remember from that day, moments not captured by our photographer--my best friend, chauffeuring me from home, to the mall where I had my makeup done (because I'm clueless when it comes to makeup), to my mom's, and then to the ceremony site, on her birthday, in good spirits; my dad, sitting with me as I hid in the back of the venue, waiting for it to be time to walk down the aisle; both my grandparents, ages 91 and 97, respectively, being there to cheer me on...
But my youngest brother stole the show. Shy, like me, and with a dry sense of humor, Jonah gave a toast that had people crying tears of laughter. It was clever and teasing, but never embarrassing. He's getting married this fall, so hopefully we'll be able to return the favor.
