About That Other Wedding

Before there was William and Kate, there was Leah and Simon. The latter got married a week before the former, and the good news for me is that we were actually invited to this one, as opposed to having to watch the whole thing on a jumbotron in a park with 300,000 other people.

First of all, please note how gorgeous the bride looked.

Second of all, please note that I totally matched my dress to the wedding decor.

That was smart, huh? It wasn't on purpose, obviously---I'd recently bought that yellow dress and decided to seize the opportunity to wear it somewhere fancy---but I did rather like the cohesiveness I felt when standing next to, say, the wedding cake or the favor table.

Of course, someone had to go and ruin the whole effect by wearing a blue tie.

Together, we looked a little bit like an Easter basket. Which was only fitting, really, as it was Easter Sunday.

Here's the happy couple saying their vows, which were so sweet and heartfelt that I would have teared up immediately, had I not already started quietly tearing up the moment the bride walked down the aisle on the arm of both her mother and father to the acoustic strains of "Can't Help Falling In Love."

Here's one happy, excited, just-married sonofagun:

Also, in case you were wondering how we like to amuse ourselves at social occasions hosted by our friends, we like to do it mostly by kidnapping small children and throwing them, repeatedly, up into the air.

Makes for some good stories in the ER.

In other child-stealing news, towards the end of the wedding I made Simon introduce me to his sister for the sole purpose of asking if I could hold her baby. Look at this baby and tell me she isn't the most beautiful baby you've ever seen in your life.

We hung out together for almost an hour and, were it not for the scene I would have made---no-one likes to be the one responsible for summoning the search-and-rescue unit to a friend's wedding, terribly bad manners---I probably would have bolted with her out the back door.

It was a lovely wedding, full of smiles and laughter and bonhomie, as well as cheese and tacos and a giant bowl of M&Ms (always a good accompaniment to bonhomie, I find). I managed to pull Sean up onto the dance floor when I heard the first familiar notes of "God Only Knows," and together we step-step-ROCK-stepped our way back to eighteen months earlier at our own wedding when we danced for the first time as a married couple. 

(Which made that, by the way, the second time we'd danced as a married couple. We do many things well together, but dancing ain't one.)

Tons more pictures here, if that's the sort of thing that floats your boat. Happy wedding, Leah and Simon! Now go stand on a balcony somewhere and kiss.