Great thread. Thanks.
It has brought back so many great memories...
Andy and I were married in '76, only had my 4 brothers and 3 sisters and parents and grandparents. Total guests, 35.
In mom and dad's backyard, put a sheet of plywood over the BBQ to act as an altar. The dog had a bow around her neck...she was our best man/best lady.
My dad, being the ultimate dutchman, made all the flowers except for the bridal bouquet...my oldest brother's girlfriend always wanted to be a florist, so I said what the heck. So she made me a bouquet of red roses and babies breath! Oh my God, it was so terrible!!!
But the wedding was great, we did the vow thing, then changed, and went swimming, played football, ate a meal, and left by 3 in the afternoon. Andy's dad filled the blower motor in the car with confetti, and I swear it blew out confetti for years.
We headed East, and by 11 PM we were out of options for a hotel, and finally stopped at a roadside inn, in the middle of no-where. When we pulled into the parking lot, a lady came out from the office, like she was expecting us, came to the drivers side of the car, and asked Andy how many hours we wanted the room for, one or two?
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!!!
Thirty some years later, our taste in hotels, and flowers, has developed somewhat. In fact I guess I've become both a hotel and a flower snob.
But I still remember my dad making those beautiful arrangements for our wedding, and it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
Thanks Jodi.
Thanks Dad.
