Lucy and Peter are married. The photographer sent this photo taken on the veranda of the Detroit Yacht Club with the Detroit skyline in the distance. We are waiting for the rest and I am so anxious to see them. In spite of the fact that I schlepped my camera to the rehearsal, the rehearsal dinner, the wedding, the reception and the Sunday brunch at our house—I didn't take any photos to remind me of these momentous days. When I think back, there are large gaps in my memory. I do know we had dear friends from out of town, and relatives we treasure taking part. Most of all, I know I couldn't have pulled this off without the help of my family who stepped in just when I needed them. That includes Peter who made his new role official by coming over and cooking breakfast the day the last guests left.
We were totally blessed with the weather, which allowed the boys and their families to drive home unscathed to Washington, though it caused a fender bender and a couple of hold-ups on I94 for my sister-in-law driving back to Chicago, before turning into an Arctic storm.
We had chosen the weekend because of the extra day of vacation to celebrate Martin Luther King Day, but Barack Obama didn't pay attention to the wedding when he selected the date of his inaugural. One of our guests stayed in DC to attend an Inaugural Ball and one of the bridesmaids missed the brunch to return to Washington so she could line up on the steps of the Capitol by 3:30 a.m. next day.
We pulled this whole thing off in two or three months and there are some stories to tell. Lucy designed the dress and had it made—and picked it up the day before the wedding. She bought her shoes two days before the wedding. And don't worry, Lucy, the funny story which is the hallmark of this wedding will not appear on this blog!