The Wedding!

As I mentioned in the previous post, last week we were in southern California for Ron's daughter Kelli's wedding to Sean. I don't know if I've ever seen two people who are so perfect for each other. They are both so special and Ron and I are so happy for them.

But first, a shot of the ubiquitous (there's a 25 cent word) ice plant, seen everywhere in coastal southern California, especially in intersections. They sure are pretty, although I hear not everyone is happy with them since they're non-native.


And a couple of trains for my father.


They were going about a billion miles an hour, so a little blurriness can be forgiven.


On to the wedding.


Here's Kelli having her hair done. If you look closely, you can see she's munching on a 'wedding cookie' - how appropriate.


Flower girl Shannon took her duties very seriously. Ring attendant Adam was very supportive and took good care of the rings.


That rehearsal paid off as father-of-the-bride Ron walked his baby Kelli down the aisle.


The ceremony was held on a deck overlooking the ocean and the weather couldn't have been better. However it did make it challenging to take pictures into the sun.


Later the official photographer took some posed pictures which I (again shamelessly) piggybacked onto. His will be much better, I'm sure. Here's Ron with his new son-in-law and all three of his children (although they're hardly children.)


And we wouldn't want to ignore his 'old' son-in-law Tom so here he is with his family.


Ron and I posed in front of the sun setting over the ocean, which you can't see.
It was a lovely day and a wonderful beginning of Kelli and Sean's future together.

Funny story - While the bridesmaids were dressing, I received a phone call that there had been a 'wardrobe malfunction.' With pins and a pocket sewing kit, I rushed to help, thinking a seam repair or something similar. Well, it wasn't that simple. The zipper on Amy's dress had come apart with the zipper tab at the top of the zipper. We tried holding it together and unzipping it to try to get the teeth to reconnect, but it wasn't budging. What to do. The only thing I could think was to sew the zipper closed, thereby sewing poor Amy into her dress. Amy, who was unbelievably calm throughout this catastrophe, said, "Go ahead." So I did. I think I was more nervous about it holding than she was. The last time I saw her that evening, she was dancing with lots of enthusiasm. I did feel good that I was able to contribute to the wedding - everybody likes to feel needed.