The Wedding

She was a beautiful bride. It couldn’t be otherwise. She is beautiful when she is not a bride. She wore no make up that I could tell. Did she forget or did she know it would be ruined when she cried as she came up the aisle on her father’s arm?

She was beautiful. She loves him. I hope they are happy together. I don’t know him, but I know she deserves happiness.

Last I saw them they were cutting a rug, to love songs, to merengue (sp?), and to modern music. Now they should be on their long way to Galveston to catch their cruise ship.

God bless them both. And thank you for letting me be well enough to be at the wedding.