2016 Friday -- Rehearsal, Blurry

The light was dim, so the photo is blurred but it is sort of the way rehearsals happen -- a bit blurry. The night before the wedding, the rehearsal moment is simply a practice of the real thing. Blurry would be an adequate description of the event.

Trying to decide the accurate tempo, the bridesmaids walked the aisle several times to the music. In her Levi's and t-shirt, Ashly with her daddy, walked the aisle three times.

I stood between the bride's mom and the bride's grandpa and felt the wave of emotion pound over us as 28 years of Ashly's life flashed before us. Blinking back a flood of tears must be a normal part of the rehearsal.

In less than 24 hours she'll wear a beautiful alabaster gown (a gown that has it's own back-story for this Gramma). Then I'll write another page of this Wedding Chapter.

Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol