My husband’s administrative assistant was married on Friday afternoon. Rich and I were looking forward to going to the wedding, and he told me that we would have to leave at 2:45 to get to the chapel on time. Is there a “running late” person in every couple? That would be Rich. I was completely ready and waiting when he came walking in the door at 2:45, in running clothes (how ironic, he loves to run, and he’s often running late). He changed as fast as he could but we hit pretty much every red light on the way, and then couldn’t find the right place. Even though the drive started out romantically as I was admiring the clouds, talking to my husband, and feeling all cute in my fancy dress, I ended up clutching the door handle in silence as he drove faster and faster, and we were all stressed out by the time we got there, the wedding party lining up outside the chapel, ready to walk in. I detest being late…..however……
*Thank you, Lord* that we were late, because I was the only photographer outside to take pictures of the bride and her Father getting out of the limo and giving last hugs before the ceremony. It broke my heart to see the two of them, Daddy and his little girl.
And we weren’t the only ones, late, either, about 8 other people had also had trouble finding the place. We all waited until the bride had walked the aisle and then we were able to enter the beautiful chapel. Rich and I sat on the left in the very last row. I sat on the end next the aisle and was able to take pictures throughout. We had little Sarah Joy with us and she loved seeing the pretty ladies all dressed up. It was hot, no air conditioning, but the ceremony was lovely.
|the bride’s father adjusted her train whenever necessary, which I thought was so sweet|