Ding, dong, the wedding bells are ringing...

This was certainly a weekend for it. We were down in southern Indiana for sister-in-law Billie's wedding. The youngest of Bruce's siblings (once upon a time our flower girl!), she was the only one not married-- until yesterday, when she took David's hand and made an honest man of him. They are good for one another, and we were all blessed to share in the celebration. That brings the immediate family on that side-- Mom, 8 kids, 8 spouses, 16 grandchildren-- to a total of 33 people. And we were all there; a gathering of the clan, indeed!

The wedding was in the groom's parent's back yard, and we had perfect weather for it; then an evening reception at a local country club, where we talked, and laughed, and danced...

Even Kyle got into the exuberance of the evening in a big way: first making an amazing leap to snag the bride's garter, and then dancing! Yes, you hear right-- the young introvert was out in front of everyone. Sedately at first with various relatives (including his mom!), but later, he was jammin' with his cousins so that he tore a brand-new pair of pants beyond repair. Yes, a good time was had by all.

Of course, not being able to be in two places at once (just where is that $#@! transporter when you need it?!), I had to forego Tripp and Trish's Virginia nuptuals. All reports indicate that the day was lovely, and the pictures (thanks, Mark!) certainly show the bride and groom were, as well. Sorry I missed it, dear ones, though my thoughts were with you often that day-- wishing all the best for you, forever and ever.