At the wedding rehearsal, Mom helped Megan with the ceremony seating plan...
On wedding day, Megan only trusted Devin (her daughter and flower girl) to handle things right...
Devin ran a tight ship and kept the day moving along...
Even my Dad, the bride's father was under Devin's rule. He stood waiting to escort Megan into the church...
only to have Devin cut short his emotional moment....
It was a lovely ceremony. Devin had every beat planned out...
Although she was a ruthless wedding coordinator, Devin knew when to stop and make a memory...
Those moments had to be made up for in time at the reception...
It was a great day for who survived Devin's rule. I hope a good day for Megan and Paul as well...
Despite my humorous take on the wedding above, it was a wonderful time. One memory that stands out was walking my Mom down the aisle with my brother for her daughter's wedding that day...
The last time I wore a tuxedo was walking my late Aunt Joan (my Mom's sister) down the aisle for her daughter's wedding, my cousin Mary Alice. As I took my Mom's arm I thought of Aunt Joan. Growing up she was always my second Mom by default.It was nice to be the same escort for both for the same reason.
Mom was nervous and asked me to say something funny as we walked. I said something like... "I never really liked you Mom". I was nervous too and don't remember what I said.
I love the photo above because whatever I said made her smile and was captured in the moment.
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