My dad's big day

My dad got married this weekend. I went into the weekend not really knowing how to feel about it. Don't get me wrong, his new wife is a great lady and she clearly loves my dad a lot. It was more about my relationship with my dad that had me feeling less than excited about it. Someday I may give you the whole story, but from my point of view there's no great way to spill it without making him sound like a bad guy. And, we all know our parents are human, right? Yes, we do. I digress.

The wedding was a nice simple ceremony with close family present. They even asked me to read a passage during the ceremony, which was a nice gesture I felt. On an amusing note the passage was 1 Corinthians Chapter 13. My husband and I had a little smile at this since this is one of those I have opinions about. (Me? Opinions? No way!) You see, I've always felt this passage wasn't referring to romantic love, but God's love for us. And low and behold, the minister actually said that as a preface to my reading. (It was kind of funny to us two.) I do appreciate them asking me to read. I take my faith very seriously and my dad and I have had some interesting conversations about church and what we both believe or don't believe and I'm often left feeling like we might not ever be on the same page. Which makes me sad. Again, I digress. It's hard for me to stay on track in this arena I guess.

After the ceremony we all went to a late lunch / early dinner and they had a party at the house following. They clearly have a lot of friends who care about them and that's always good to see. I'm hoping to see some of the pictures my uncle took. I really wanted one of us, but somehow when we get all dressed up we seem to forget.

After the party (we had to leave sort of early, well, ten o'clock, because the cigars came out and I can't be around them) we went to get a drink at a little martini bar we like a lot. As we were talking it dawned on me that while all weddings are celebrations of love, I'm really ready to be at a wedding of our peers. One that is a first (and hopefully only) wedding for both with lots of joy and optimism for the future. Everyone says the best wedding you'll go to is the one following yours, but so far we're holding out for that great happy party with our friends.

We did have one friend couple and one family couple get engaged recently and we couldn't be happier for them. We're secretly (or not so secretly) hoping to be invited. We love them, what can we say? Their weddings are next year of course, so I'll keep you posted.

P.S. Part three of the vacation summary to be posted later tonight.