OH...WHAT A LOVELY TIME WE HAD!

Magical.

Just absolutely magical.

Everytime I try to think of my favorite part of the weekend, something else pops into my head and then I think THAT might be my favorite, and then something else....and on and on it goes.

My goddaughter, Jacqueline (now the new Mrs McGue) and her new husband Blake had the wedding of their dreams, I think, and my sissyfriend Denise (the MOB) and my brotherinlawfriend Jeff (the FOB) were simply...perfect. Denise was absolutely flawless in her itty bitty tiny little dress and her itt bittytiny little shoes (she is quite petite, my little sissyfriend is), and Jeff's toast/performance left every man wanting to be him and every woman wanting to marry him.

The wedding party wore long black gowns and tuxedos, and the outdoor ceremony was stunningly lovely and, thank goodness, only fourteen minutes long. I was so moved by the Groom's emotions as he pledged his love and honor and fidelity to our girl, Jacqueline that I completely forgot that I was supposed to be hot and sweaty.

Sara...my younger goddaughter and Maid of Honor delivered what was, quite possibly, the most beautiful speech a sister could have ever made to her older sibling, and I was just so damn proud of the both of them I could have burst right out of my rayon/spandex blend dress.

As for me...you will be happy to know that I tried to comport myself with dignity and grace, and despite the heat, I managed to wear more makeup than a drag queen, and I was careful to keep my lipstick on. I honestly think it was the hair...my very first ever in my whole entire life UP DO! Where has this been all my life?! The minute I left the fancypants salon, I felt ladylike and like I wanted to sip delicately and eat daintily and cross my legs properly.

Yes...I did manage to dance. One song. Under protest and with all of my wobbly bits flying here, there, and everwhere to "Dancing Queen" and then again for a slow song with my JB, who I discovered to my shock and dismay does not know how to dance. At. All.

But I have to say, Dearies....the most unforgettable thing about this entire weekend was the fact that this family made Rich and I feel like we were part of it all....from the salon time with the girls, to being seated right there in the front row for the ceremony, and then right at the very best table with Denise and Jeff for the reception. It was an honor that I in no way deserved, but very very mich appreciated.

We are home safe and sound, I am as tired as I have ever been, and now the focus moves to our little Sara, who will bring us together again in October. Until then, I'm going to keep remembering favorite moments from this one and get myself back to reality next week!

I hope your very own weekend was also wonderful and that your heart is full!