Family wedding

My beautiful cousin Jenny
had the perfect wedding yesterday.
Just look at that sparkle.

I played all the classics for her — Canon in D, Trumpet Voluntary, Bridal March. And the reason I couldn't take a photo of the happy couple until after the ceremony is because I was so busy wiping dainty tears of joy.

Okay, I was bawling like a baby. Trying desperately to get it together before the unity candle solo. Accidentally giving a long, shuddering sigh and a giant sniff, right into the vocal microphone.

Family weddings are wonderful. There have been few that I haven't hauled the harp to, gladly. Aunts are complimentary and huggy. Uncles rush in to be roadies and park my car for me. We now-grown-up cousins get to giggle and gossip and catch up on our lives.

And dance like crazy fools to the YMCA song, the chicken dance and the Hokey Pokey. All in high heels, all realizing as we watched the next generation of cousins roar around the reception hall that we're not quite as young as we used to be.

And not caring, as we sat down to eat our 2nd piece of wedding cake.