It was a picture-perfect evening in Leesburg, Virginia. A little warm, a lot humid, but to be expected in July in that part of the country.
The important thing was, unlike the day prior, there was no rain to dampen the proceedings. And the roofers pounding away on a nearby house called it a day just in time for the ceremony to get underway.
Officiating was our niece, Megan. Tying the knot were our nephew, Ryan (third in line in the Ginley-Hyland dynasty) and his beautiful bride, Meghan. (Yes, things get confusing, especially considering that my sister-in-law is a Meg.) I loved the songs chosen for the ceremony, particularly the Israel Kamakawiwoʻole version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, which always makes me teary.
There are lots of grandchildren in this branch of the Ginley clan. By my
reckoning, eight so far (and one more on the way). All of them were
part of the procession up the aisle and did a fine job. It was nice to
see how they've grown since we last saw them.
The nuptials went off without a hitch, toasts were toasted, dinner was served and dancing commenced.
We decided to sit in the garden and visit with the other guests, watching the sun set and the full moon rise. The air cooled just enough to make it a pleasant evening. I partook of a gin and tonic (or three), while we tried to name the tunes the band was playing.
The bride was gorgeous, and although we haven't had the joy of knowing Meghan for long, we are impressed by her beauty, inside and out. Our Ryan is a lucky guy. And yes, he knows it.
My brother-in-law prepared a slide show for the couple (which he has done for his other married children), featuring snapshots of the bride and the groom as children, culminating in a series of "today" photos of the two of them. He always does such a nice job with these, not a dry eye in the house.
Weddings make me think of families...where we are now and where we will be in years to come. Who will marry next. What life will hold for us all.
A reminder of just how important is the here and now.
Cheers!
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