Things Learned At A Wedding On A Sunny Summer Day

It's likely that if I had more gumption I would crash weddings all the time, if only to join in the conga line.

Pale cornflower blue silk is unforgiving when you break out into a sweat. Which is bound to happen when you've had some bourbon & ginger ale, they're playing your song, and one of your best friends is leading you by the hand out onto the already crowded dancefloor.

It is impossible not to cry when:
a) Father walks Daughter down aisle.
b) Father and Daughter dance to God Only Knows.*
c) Maid of Honor makes speech about how happy Bride was from the moment she met Groom.
d) Father makes speech about beautiful Daughter.

*(Dearest Dad: Hello! I hope you're well. Do you remember spinning me around the dancefloor to Never My Love? I miss you and should call you more than I do, if only just for a chat.)

"You know it will be a good wedding when the people getting married are good people themselves."
"I hear that."
"Good people always attract other good people."
"Amen."

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We programmed the GPS to take us away from the highways, but apparently there aren't many roads other than highways in that part of Connecticut headed in the direction we were headed. There was a brief moment, though, when we turned off 84 and onto 171, just as fine droplets of rain began to warp the view out the windshield. Tall regimented pines guided us along the curving open road, past algae green swamps and pastures of grazing cows, and I thought about all the beautiful things in the world, and how when they all come together they make a beautiful sight.

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