|The happy couple, the bride's parents,|
and her brother and his wife.
They looked too young, but that's a bias brought on by the observer's age since we were years younger when we got married. Come to think of it, I wonder what my aunts and uncles must have thought.
The ceremony was held in the outdoor garden of JM Cellars, one of the well-known wineries in the Seattle area.
The proceedings were short with speeches by the officiant, who is the bride's friend, and the exchanging of the vows.
The dinner--entrees were steak and salmon and, of course, I had both--and congratulatory speeches were held on the patio. By evening the temperature had cooled to the high 70's. Most men doffed their jackets anyway.
As the young crowd danced the night away, we retired to the hotel in Bellevue. It was 10 p.m., still past the normal bedtime.
Tomorrow we would stop by the bride's parents' house and say our goodbyes before the drive back.
|The only obligation we had was fulfilled two hours before, when the space beneath the T was blank.|