Well, it's finally over and I've lived to tell about it. THE wedding. That thing that has consumed all of my waking, and sleeping, moments for the last few months. Honestly, would you believe I'm still dreaming about it? Crazy.
Yes, it was a DIY wedding. But that didn't negate the dream. The dream of a wistful young woman who'd been waiting for her prince.
Luckily everything went off with nary a hitch. The ceremony was beautiful. And no one (except the bridesmaids) even noticed the bumble bees nesting in the tulle around the altar:-)
With the stress behind us, it was time to party. The bride and groom--not to mention the rest of us--danced their little hearts out under a firework-filled sky. Yes, we actually had fireworks. My son built the dance floor, painted it, and even used white duck tape to cover all the seams in case anyone decided to kick out of their heels, so they wouldn't get any splinters. Smart boy:-)
Even our youngest grandson, aka the ring bearer, was ready to get his groove on.
Oh, and did I mention that it was 107 the day of the wedding? Just a bit on the toasty side. But once the sun went down (and my brother-in-law fired up those industrial-size fans with the misters), no one seemed to care.
But this is what I really wanted to show you.
Earlier in the day, a special treat was delivered for the bridal party.
Aren't these gorgeous?
My friend's daughter makes these fabulous, custom-decorated cookies. (You can see more of Jenny's work here) Would you believe that all those decorations are done by hand. And she incorporated each one of Danielle's wedding colors.
Something this pretty should not be eaten. But apparently I was the only one with that thought, because they were gone long before the wedding started.
Now that the bride and groom have ridden off into the sunset, I'm looking forward to plotting someone else's happily-ever-after. Except this one only requires me to keep my butt in the chair and type!