I just love weddings. In addition to being so romantic and beautiful, it’s always interesting to see how the bride and groom “personalize” the ceremony to make it their own.
Motor Man and I attended a wedding Saturday afternoon. He met Mitch, the groom, at our local race track back in the 70’s. Mitch and Trish, his bride, have been a couple for….18 (yes, 18) years. Earlier this year, they announced that they would be marrying in April. This was their wedding invitation:
Are you familiar with the Etta James’ song: “At Last”? If not, or if you’d just like to listen, here’s a link.
So imagine, if you will, Mitch, waiting, as the boat bringing his bride, arrives at the dock. And Etta (recorded, of course) is belting out the first lines of that song. “At last, my love has come along. My lonely days are over…”
I normally try to blink back tears at weddings. But when that song started, I knew that, this time, there was no need to even try.
So I was snapping pictures as tears streamed down my face. (By the way, the sweet pup is “Chewy”; Trish is dogsitting him, while his parents are out of the country on business.)
Yes, Chewy. At last, indeed.
Motor Man and I were honored to be among the guests, and we wish the newlyweds a long, happy marriage.