If you follow me on Instagram, you know I’m coming off of a REALLY fun and happy weekend.
My very best friend since the 1st grade got married to another really great family friend. When she asked me to be her Matron of Honor (legit makes me sound like a granny), I was so excited and we spent the last 6+ months full on planning. Planning for the wedding, for the bachelorette party, for the dress, for the showers, the parties, etc etc etc.
The weekend was incredible. Everything from start to finish had so much thought and love put into it – Teddy and her mom did an amazing job. The rehearsal dinner was at Great American Ball Park and it was awesome. The invite was displayed on the jumbotron and the decor and flowers were gorgeous. Hearing friends and family stand up and talk about Teddy and Jimmy was just wonderful.
And the wedding day was just the same. The whole day went on without a hitch and no detail was out of place. Ceremony was beautiful and touching, the family style Italian food was delicious, I did my speech without totally messing up (big win over here), and the band was OUT OF CONTROL great.
All in all the wedding weekend was perfect. The bride and groom were the happiest I’ve ever seen them (and that says a lot since I’ve known them for over 25 years), and the guests seem to all have a great time!
And I have to mention that although I was definitely missing Dad throughout the weekend, his presence was felt each moment. My beyond thoughtful friends had my sisters light a candle on the church altar for Dad, he was mentioned in the program, they sat my mom with Teddy’s parents at the reception, and they dedicated the cigar bar to him.
And although this should have been the last thing on his mind, Mr Muto mentioned to me several times throughout the wedding day that Dad’s presence was felt.
I couldn’t agree more.