What a week last week was, when we were in Canada!
At Monday's thanks giving meal, half way through, daughter's partner announces that there'll be one other at the meal the follwing evening. "Who?" we enquire. "Pastor Brian" and "we're getting married tomorrow".
They gave us less than 23 hours notice! And it was a lovely ceremony with just the six of us: the couple, the pastor, his mother, my DH and me, out on their deck in the fall light. They made their vows, his mother and I signed as witnesses, then sang them "Sunrise, Sunset" from "The Fiddler on the Roof". Glen, who's grown up hearing it, refrained from joining in. They had no cake, or confetti, no speeches, and only a few photos taken. DH happened to have bought a bottle of bubbly from the local shop. The wedding meal was in a private room at a local hotel.
Other than that excitement, we had coffee from Tim Hortons, and visited a few shops, but didn't buy flowers for the wedding because we didn't know about it. On Monday morning, his mother prepared the thanks giving meal while we drove over to Pinery Provinical Park at Lake Huron, and got bitten by a thousand sand flies. Poor daughter had a bite on her face. Fortunately, it had gone down by the time she donned her wedding dress the next day. She sewed it in six weeks, because they only planned the wedding from when my email arrived stating our dates and flights. In six weeks, they'd organised the pastor, made the dress, ordered wedding rings, and booked the hotel meal.
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