Mawridge

This weekend a good friend got married to her high school sweetheart. The wedding was in the fast track town of Moosomin about 3 hours east of no where you want to go. A group of us climbed into my car and made the trip the morning of the wedding. I will tell you about the wedding first because the motel and the bar where we spent time between wedding and reception are posts of their own.

In a small town church, we all gathered (just on time) to wait for the procession. There were quite a few people there and everyone squeezed into the little chapel. Lyn was a bridesmaid and looked lovely. She was almost 3 feet taller than her partnered groomsman, but that is how most weddings go.


Lyn walked down the aisle with the cutest little flower girl known to man. The little girl made it to the front and spent the rest of the ceremony screaming at her cousin, the ring barer, for stepping on her colouring. At the reception, she was carried around in her father's arms with her crayon held gently up her nose.

The bride was glorious. She usually is a bundle of sweetness and light, but this day she radiated. Her hair was fantastic and she looked wonderful. Her groom was adorable and obviously had done his own hair. They looked happy and that is what it is all about.