Sunday, August 20

Goin' To The Chapel...

Brad was in a wedding last night. The groom is the bass player in Rift. Brad was one of NINE groomsmen. That means that counting the couple, the ring bearer, and three flower girls (one of whom had just learned to walk), there were 24 people in the wedding party. Yikes! They barely fit around the little altar of the Condordia Lutheran Church of Beulah.

After the ceremony, the whole shebang moved to the tiny town hall in Zap, where she is from. The meal was very good, and the DJ was, too. The kids had fun, although the scented candles triggered a bad asthma attack for Connor. Good thing we always bring along his nebulizer when we travel. I was hanging with Gina and Kris, fellow band wives. I even got to dance a couple of times with Brad.

On the way home, we saw some Northern Lights, which was extremely cool for me because it has been a very long time since I've seen them. Dylan also liked how bright and numerous the stars were. Great memories for us to be making for him.


Pat, Peg, Shawn, Brad

No comments: