Monday, September 14, 2015

Randy and Brenda's Wedding Day

Randy Jowdy (my brother) and Brenda Papillon (new sister in law)

When young people get married, it's often a day of emotional sentimentality, But they, and their dreams, are untried. So, while we always wish them them best, it can take the luck of the draw as to whether their love will last when the road becomes bumpy.

But when two people, midway through life's journey discover each other and pledge their troth, the emotions stirred in the onlookers go beyond easy tears. There's a sense of awe and wonder and love the second time around, love this time based on true liking and shared values and interests. In their case, one of their shared interests is that they are both true-blue fans of the Oakland Raiders, hence the wedding color theme of black and silver.

And, in this case, Randy's girls gave their approval (very important) - my nieces, my brother Randy's daughters: Meaghan, Elizabeth, Sarah and Ashley

 The Papillon-Jowdy tribe

The day dawned with a forecast of  sun with a chance of showers - typical weather for the Pacific Northwest. The wedding was held outside on the grounds of a golf course and was attended by a wide range of people -- Randy's military and biking buddies, his daughters, husbands, grand sons (including one baby on board), Brenda's kids, and a horde of significant others plus friends.

Randy and Brenda's girls marched down the aisle, arm in arm, to the tune of "All you need is love.." and "Eight Days a Week."

The flower girl - Brenda's youngest granddaughter..

 Brenda escorted down the aisle by her two sons.

The vows were awesome as Brenda sang "And I Love Him" to my brother.  By this time, I was too choked up to hear very much but then, I didn't have to hear anything to see the love in front of me.

The wedding feast was a taco bar with alcoholic libations for those who wanted them, That was  followed by a delicious apple cake and cupcakes in black and silver. The mood was slightly chaotic, festive and joyous.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

1 comment:

Zoomie said...

Buzz and I can attest to the fun of the "second time around." Best wishes to the happy couple and I'm glad you are enjoying your trip so much. Interesting to leave the "rut" behind for a while, isn't it?