And then there were three

I went to a wedding last weekend. I had a really great time, with my pants on thank you very much.

When I got back to Huntsville I still had a post-wedding buzz going on for a couple days afterwards. I think it was around tuesday or wednesday that the not so fresh, next day, emotional hangover settled in and cleared out. I definitely want to be a best man at more weddings. Now I know the secret handshakes and stuff that go along with it. I’d never participated in a wedding this much before and it was much better than just being a spectator.

And now a few pictures

I am grateful that

I’d never believed in weddings or ceremonies before. I’d only been to three that I can remember and I was never part of the wedding party. I was really swept up in this one. I felt a part of something much bigger than me. I don’t really have relatives outside immediate family so that might be weird. But I can fondly imagine my friends wishing me well as I walk into the sunset with my bride. It was certainly a powerful experience for me and has made me appreciate the ritual a great deal more. Listening: I Felt My Size - The Microphones