|Jacob and the bride|
One of Jordan’s longtime friends from high school married last night, and it was a big deal. Jordan was one of 18 in the house party (only one attendant) and Jacob was both an usher and an acolyte at the service.
This morning, me: Jacob, how was it being an usher?
Jacob: I like it. I want to do it again.
So, if any of you know of a service that offers well-trained ushers, please let us know. Jacob would like to apply. I suppose by the time he gets through college he’ll have been in so many weddings, the glow may have worn off. But it’s pretty heady stuff for a nine-year-old boy.
|The ginormous wedding party, all beauties|
I attended the wedding vicariously, though I longed to be there both for the bride and to see Jacob. Alas, my foot wouldn’t cooperate, so I hung on pictures coming through on Facebook.
When I was thinking about blogging about it, I thought I’d say that it took me back 11-1/2 years to Jordan’s wedding, and I’d add pictures because it really was an epic five-day experience. The morning after the wedding, I served breakfast to about 20 people, out-of-towners that I wouldn’t see for a while again. I told a friend that after they left was one of the few times I wished I was married, because I wanted someone to rehash the whole hectic time with. She, happily married, said, “You should have called me. It would have been easier than having a man around the house.”
|Eleven years ago, these were my newlyweds|
What surprised me is that I have no digital pictures. The earliest on my computer are from 2008. I have lots of photos, but I don’t know that they would scan well—that my scanner would do it—or that I have the skill to do that. So you’ll have to enjoy these pictures of Julia’s wedding and imagine Jordan’s, at Christmas, in a sanctuary decorated with greens and poinsettias. (Last night’s wedding was in the same sanctuary.)
|Jacob and his mom|
Life gets back to normal tomorrow, and Jacob starts his summer by going to golf camp.