Prelude . . .

It’s Monday – I’m back at work (reluctantly).  It was a simple wedding . . . a tender wedding . . . a magical wedding.  I was concerned about keeping my emotions under control, but I have been a performer most of my life so I thought I would be fine.  I was so wrong – I cried rivers of tears and two days later my eyes are still watering. 

There are so many stories to tell that it may take a week to get them all out.  So I beg your forgiveness, because I know many of you have already experienced your own magical moment when your child gets married.  But I only get one shot at this – and this blog is the best place I know of to combine the stories and the images so I can look at them down the road and tear up all over again.

I may have to tell them in a jumbled order, depending on when I get access to the right pictures to go with the story.  Tomorrow I’ll start with The Rehearsal.  But it wouldn’t be fair to tease all of this without giving at least a glimpse of how the story ends . . .