The whole time we were in San Angelo, Christoval, and at the Chapel In The Vineyard, I was so proud of Ryan and Paige. They handled the stress of planning their wedding and pending nuptials like pros. After the wedding, my other little brother made me so proud. In his toast to the bride and groom, he was so nervous. We were even scrambling for paper before going to the church so he could write his notes down and not forget them in his nervous haste. Let me tell you something: That brother of mine, he delivered.
Although he claims he suddenly came down with Tourette Syndrome while delivering his toast, you could not tell it. He said beautiful things about the bride and groom. He made touching statements about their lives and future life together. He then asked Paige to put her hand out and for Ryan to place his over it. He then said, "Ryan, enjoy this moment because this, brother, is the last time you will have the upper hand." It was exquisite. Even the bridesmaid who followed his toast commented on how was she supposed to follow "that guy". So, here, here, my brother.
Then we got to eat. The bride was so happy! She couldn't wait for her Rosa's. She had begun to wither during pictures.
Looking at that picture now, maybe they both had.
So after the customary first dance,
the bride with her daddy and the groom with his mama,
we all hit the dance floor.
Then was the bouquet and garter toss.
Guess who caught the garter?
(Yes, Uncle Ryan put it on his head for the pictures) I'm not sure you could call what he did catching the garter. It caught in the tree when Ryan threw it and fell to the ground. There were two single men and Blaine who dove for it, and Blaine may or may not have jerked it off the ground just out of reach of one of them.
To show the happy couple how happy we were for them, we got our groove on.
Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
She's gone country.
Congratulations, Ryan and Paige! We love you and we think you're really groovy! Thanks for the fun and the memories!
No comments:
Post a Comment