Holy cow, did we party! I haven't been to a wedding in a few years, so maybe my memory is faulty, but this one has to be one of the top contenders for best wedding I've ever attended.
The ceremony and the reception were held in the same place. This is a picture of the event center where it was held. It's a beautiful old church, and more than once I wondered what long-ago parishioners would think of all the merrymaking in the sanctuary of their church.
The bride was absolutely radiant. My opinion's not objective, of course, but my niece is a beautiful young woman. And she and the groom actually looked like they were enjoying themselves. The ceremony was short and very traditional, and curiously tear-free for most of us. The only time I choked up was when my sister, the bride's mom, was escorted to her seat by her son. She looked so elegant.
Then the party began. The recessional was the old song by the Ronettes, "Baby I Love You" and the bride and groom bopped down the aisle while we all cheered and applauded.
And the dancing! Everybody was dancing. There were some of the men who were dragged onto the floor by their women, gamely doing what I call "the white-guy shuffle". There were the little kids running and jumping and twirling. (My 7-year-old niece was doing her version of break dancing, spinning around on the floor on her bottom.)
And then there was me.
I was dragged out on the dance floor, not by B, but by, you guessed it, MimiJr. I now know without a doubt, you don't need feet to dance. We had a group dance, my brother, my sisters, MimiJr, and me, to KC and the Sunshine Band. Nobody ever told me how much fun it was to get on the dance floor and just move to the music. What an amazing experience! I think I re-discovered the joy of just moving. I got horribly out of breath, so we just cranked up the O2 a little, and kept on dancing.
Sometimes I think I concentrate too much on what I can't do, but last night I concentrated on just having fun. It was wonderful. I need to do that more often.
