there is nothing quite like a family wedding. of course, friends’ weddings are a blast, but there’s just a little something extra special about reuniting with your next of kin to see another one of your own walk down the aisle.
this past weekend i had the pleasure of seeing my cousin A marry the love of her life. given our family’s love for a good party, it was no surprise that an epic celebration ensued following their first introduction as husband and wife. the reception was held at balboa yacht club in orange county. with views of the harbor, it was the perfect backdrop for the evening’s festivities. we cocktailed on the outdoor patio before retiring upstairs to one of the window-lined banquet rooms for the dinner and dancing portion of the night.
as expected, S was loved by all. it felt so good to have him by my side throughout the evening and i was proud to introduce him to my extended family and the bride and grooms’ friends. and can we talk about how handsome he looked?
after the wedding, my parents were gracious enough to let S and i crash at the beach house they had rented on balboa island. so when the sunday sun broke free from the morning marine layer, i treated S to a slow-paced stroll (starbucks in hand, of course) around my childhood stomping grounds. i pointed out dad’s frozen bananas stand, and the “our gang” general store, the exact portion of the seawall where grandpa and i used to feed the ducks, and where he used to drive the ferry over to the pavilion, too. as we strolled we talked about life -recalling recent events and distant memories; sharing stories and laughs as we held hands and stole sips from our red paper cups. it was the perfect way to start our sunday. the perfect way to end a weekend. just perfect overall.
(kind of like how everything is with him)
so congratulations to the happy couple and to a lifetime of love, laughter, and happiness. and cheers to a weekend filled with the goodness of family, balboa island, and my main squeeze.
cutie parents.
sisters from sisters.
how gorgeous was our bride?
