Wedding Days

The season of summer weddings has returned.  It started last summer with my cousin's son's wedding.  Saturday was my cousin's daughter's wedding.  The bride's grandma baked and frosted the cakes; the bride's sister and cousins decorated the tiers.  Assembly met with a glitch because one of the platforms was missing.  Four comunion cups came to the rescue by providing a bit more stability than four dowels and the tiers remained upright until it was time to eat the cake later in the evening.

Lending a hand with the cake made us a bit late getting upstairs.

So we had the rear view of the march down the aisle.

 One last hug from her papa before she headed off on her grand adventure as a Missus.

It was a beautiful wedding with a duet sung by the bride's parents.

The Lord's Prayer was sung by the bride's uncle and accompanied by the bride's father on french horn with the bride's mother on the organ.  Can you guess, they're a bit musical?

The reception meal was fantastic, with the wedding party and a few other relatives and friends pitching in to sing We are Not Alone accapella to all the guests.
Here's a performance by another group, because I don't have one from the wedding.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvKPtRWrPJo

(I'm a bit biased, but I think the bride has a stronger solo voice, and the wedding party did a better job at the background singing with a lot fewer people.  The performance on youtube is nice, but it lacks the driving and almost percussive rhythm that the bass section in the wedding party achieved.  Even if I had recorded the performance by the wedding party, it probably would have distorted, because they have a habit of pegging sound meters.)

Later in the evening, all the young folks and a few older ones who didn't know any better danced the night away.  The huge train on the dress was fastened up into a really giant bustle.  It made the twist into a practice in out of sinc harmonic oscillations.  Of course papa and uncle (who are identical twins) were doing their part on the dance floor to make jolly oscillations of their tummies as well.  Think santa doing the boogie.  A grand time was had by all.

This morning we were quite sore and hubby said he would never be able to trade me in for a young trophy wife, because she'd kill him from exhaustion.  Glad to know I have some job security.