The excitement over my son Tony getting married was almost more than I could bare. Of course, I knew about the event over a year in advance...I'm so grateful for that. Purple or Teal. Those were the requested colors of apparel for the wedding party. Not only have I not worn a dress in over thirty years but where to find purple pumps was the real challenge. It was much too easy for Marc. He had a suit hanging in the closet. There. Done. The location of the wedding was in Orange County. It was more than warm, it was hot. But the heat seemed to merely accentuated the commitment by all present to seeing these two people they loved honor each other beneath the angel-filled, California sky. A surreal experience. Where did the time go? This is the guy who, five minutes ago, was trying to master the correct way to hold a pencil. All brides are beautiful. They are dressed in the loveliest gowns, exquisitely coiffed and meticulously made up as never before...
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