After a couple of experiences as mother of the bride, I appreciate weddings more than ever before. I find there is something so wonderful about a wedding where the only decision that I have to make is whether to eat chicken or vegetables.
A wedding, where the host couple was on their feet making sure we felt welcome and at ease.
It was a day of memories and hope.
The bride is a dentist by training, but an origami artist, as well. She made beautiful origami flowers for the center piece of every reception table. The mother of this bride is a prize winning quilter who made quilted table runners for the vases to stand on. The details were endless. The wedding and the reception were perfect.
The dentist in the bride couldn't resist giving each guest a toothbrush to accompany the lollipop and tongue depressor that the physician she married provided as a party favor for each reception guest.
The next day we had my cousin and a couple of his nearly grown children stop by for a farm visit.
Off to college in a few weeks, Kelsey and her brother, Kyle, were preschoolers on their last visit to the farm. Raised in California and Colorado, their life has been far removed from the family farm.
We hope they enjoyed learning a little about farm life and eating their bag supper as they rode around in the combines and grain cart. We hope they remember the sweet smell of a barley field during harvest.
We hope they will bring their dad back someday to see the GriggsDakota sunset.