Rochester, NY
10:22 AM
My legs are still sore from the wedding on Saturday. Song after song found me on the dance floor. It could have been that I got caught up in the excitement and didn’t eat lunch or it could’ve been that I was just ecstatic that my little sister got married. My legs still feel it and my body does to. I can’t remember the last time I slept for 11 hours, but I did last night. Running on E caused me to miss a 30th birthday party of a friend, but I would not have been able to conversate.
This was one of the best weekends of my life. Most of our family was in town from all over the country. My great Uncle Dick, 87, was in town from the state of Washington to preside over the ceremony. Mr. Kershner, our family friend who has known us since we were in our mom’s belly, did the service. My older cousin Kevin was the photographer. It was a family affair. And Bryan’s family is just as close. They caravanned over from New Jersey. The meshing of the two clans went great. I couldn’t ask for a better brother. And I can’t tell you how great it feels to see someone you love, in this case my sister, beaming with joy. When the door to the church swung open and standing there was my dad in his black tux and my sister in her radiant white dress, the wedding song played and the tears flowed. It all went like you’d imagine to. Awesome.
I wonder what we’ll do now that all of the planning and preparing is over. Back to the writing…