A little Wedding Story

I was just looking through photos on our computer to paint from, and I came across our wedding photos. We had digital photos taken, and i've never gotten them printed, so every time I come across them on the hard drive, I look at them for a few moments, re-living the fun.



On Dave & my wedding day, I was so peaceful. Really, really peaceful. It was so great to know that God approved this marriage and that he had chosen us for each other, (that'll be another story for the next blog!). Anyway, my family prayed for me in the lobby of the church before I walked up the aisle, while everyone was waiting silently in the pews for the ceremony to start.



My funny little story has to do with my dad. He is always like a big kid, or a big teddy bear to little children who seem to LOVE my dad. The four of us sisters have always said that when my parents become empty-nesters, they won't have any issues that normal parents have– because they will entertain each other. And it's true. Sometimes, growing up, we would hear my parents giggling like kids together in another room in the house, and we'd smile to ourselves, feeling lucky that our parents were light-hearted and loving with each other.



Anyway, on my wedding day, we were all lined up in the lobby of the church– my sisters, my friend Jessica, my Dad, and I– waiting to walk up the aisle... when my dad reached into his pocket, grabbed a small green grape in his big hands, and popped it into his mouth.
When some of us noticed, he said something like, "I always get hungry, and thought it would be a while until we ate!" then he pulled out a few more and said, "grape anyone?"

We all laughed. I asked if he had a bag of them in there, and he said, no, he had just put a bunch of grapes straight in there.

It was great.

I even put it into my speech about my family later on during the reception.

Aah, what a fun day.