18 months ago when Hubs' Mom passed away, there was no doubt in our minds that his Dad would get remarried.
Saturday was the big day. The scene was a little country church surronded by farm land. The nearest farm land was occupied by a hog farm. Anyone who has ever been around a hog farm can sympathize with the terrible smell we were greeted by as we excited the car to enter the church. Uck!
Being a Christmas wedding most of the church was already decorated, but they had added a few extra touches of red and white. This was a full-meal-deal wedding. There were attendents, a reception, cake cutting, garter tossing, and bird seed throwing.
My father-in-law even sang to his new bride in the ceremony. I think the name of the song was "Only God Could Love You More."
All of the small children were well behaved. And my father-in-law's good friend was a trooper despite threats to dress in drag and make a scene on the front pew!
The whole experience was quite odd, even though we are quite happy with their relationship. Now we can relate to some experiences of today's blended families.