In any case, I grew to love Jerry, the quiet shy little boy who came to live with us when he was 7. In fact I feel privileged to call him son, and I know he thinks of me as his mother who shares his birthday with him.
Jerry, and his fiancée, Irene, married on Sept 9th. It was a lovely and interesting ceremony in Irene’s church, a beautiful Greek Orthodox Church. The ceremony was long, compared to any other I have attended, and very different, but the effect was the same. The couple is well and truly married. For better or worse and all that jazz.
Jerry met Irene the modern way, through an Internet dating service. It turns out though, she went to school with our brother-in-laws niece- It’s a small world after all. We knew it was serious when Jerry began bringing Irene to family gatherings. Then close to Christmas last year, he and Irene visited our home, by themselves, to tell us Jerry had finally popped the question, he and Irene were engaged. Hurrah!
Not wanting to waste time, having been single quite long enough, thank you, they began planning the wedding. Samantha, our six year old granddaughter, Heather and Joe, Victoria & Brett, and Lisa were all in the wedding, and that was only our side. Big wedding!
Everything was gorgeous, especially the bride, and the groom was his handsomest. We enjoyed the reception too, with its bouts of Greek dancing.
There were about 10 little girls who attended the reception with their families. Somehow they all got the memo that said to wear pink, interestingly, even little girls on our side of the aisle. Anyway these little girls in pink, along with Samantha, the flower girl, in white, began chasing each other in a pink pack, most often with Samantha at the head of the pack, across the dance floor weaving among the adult dancers, dropping petals as they went, occasionally trying to dance together and reminding me of a scene out of Swan Lake. Delightful!
Here are the bride and groom:
