The day dawned beautifully, as should every wedding day.

This is going in its own post so people won’t have to wade through what I’ve had to eat today (except for what was available at the reception).

I don’t know much about the groom’s background, but the bride was left a widow some time back when her husband passed away following an extended illness. She was devastated since he was the love of her life. Now, she’s starting a new life with her daughters’ blessing.

I got to the place where my friend is staying with minutes to spare, I thought. Google had predicted it would take 25 minutes to get to the house where the wedding was taking place but, even with one near wrong turn (some friends rescued us from that), we got there about 20 minutes before we thought the wedding was to start. The invitations had said 2 pm but the bride was still in casual clothes and mingling.

We took our seats and, at the appointed hour, the band started playing. The songs were an assortment of old hymns and country gospel and we were invited to join in so we did. Someone came and took the bride into the house to change into her wedding attire.

There was much anticipation and question about when the bride would be coming to marry her man. People were conferring and it was getting later and later. And the band played on.

The flower girl came around the house, scattering her petals. I got up (I’ll bet people wished that woman would make her nest and sit on it) to take a picture and my friend wanted me to take one for her, too. She had a disposable camera and I’m not too up on them. I missed getting a picture of the bride following the flower girl but I think I got a good one of my nose.

The song that was playing was Harry Connick’s “A Wink and a Smile”.

I remember the days
Of just keeping time
Of hanging around
In sleepy towns forever.
Back roads empty for miles.

Well, you can’t have a dream
And cut it to fit
But when I saw you, I knew
We’d go together
Like a wink and a smile.

Leave your old Jalopy
By the railroad track
We’ll get a hip double dip
Tip-toppy two-seat Pontiac

So you can rev her up
Don’t go slow
It’s only green lights and alrights

Let’s go together
With a wink and a smile
Give me a wink and a smile
We go together like a wink and a smile

Now my heart is music
Such a simple song
Sing it again, the notes never end
This is where I belong

Just the sound in your voice
The light in your eyes
We’re so far away from yesterday
Together with a wink and a smile
We go together like a wink and a smile.

Most unusual but the wedding, as a whole, was very unique.

The couple got into place, flanked by the bride’s two girls (she has an adult son and a couple of granddaughters, too). The preacher pastors a church in California which makes me wonder if the couple had already married in a civil ceremony. Surely she didn’t get licensed in the State of Tennessee just for this. It was hard to hear everything. What I did hear was witty and good.

Then, another preacher took over (I guess, in a case like this, you can’t be too careful) and was explaining to the attendees what the bride and groom were about to embark upon.

He had a tray of bread and gave a talk about how all the ingredients have to come together to make a loaf of bread. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it comes out flat, doughy in the middle, or perfect. In this case, he was hoping for perfection. The bride and groom fed each other a piece of bread and there was enough for the guests, too. When it was passed later, I pinched a tiny bit off my friend’s piece and ate it. Guess you could say I broke raw, though I kind of doubt it.

Once again, it was hard to hear it all but I caught enough to find out this was the reading of a sorta mushy poem. The kind that makes boys blush and girls swoon. Then they were pronounced man and wife.

After that, the couple was allowed to kiss. That’s the bride’s mother on the right with her back to the camera.

The pastor introduced them as Mr. and Mrs.

During the reception, they came over and were talking to us so I got this picture and the next so everyone can see them close up.

They didn’t seem to mind.

I wanted someone to take a picture of my friend and me so I could post it here, too, but I forgot until it was too late.

There was the traditional cake (it was beautiful but I didn’t get a picture of it, either) and the groom’s cake plus nuts, mints, veggies, and fruit. I said there must have been a lot of closet raw foodists there because the really good fruit would disappear about as soon as it hit the table. I ended up with four slices of orange, three strawberries, five grapes, and a half dozen, more or less, pieces of pineapple. When I took my friend home, I told her I needed to go eat. She said, “After all the fruit you ate??” I told her that was an extremely small amount compared to what I usually eat.

BTW, we left before the bird seed was thrown.

I guess the happy couple is on its way to Durango, Colorado, for their honeymoon.

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