The groom and his men were the first to arrive! Such a handsome group they make!
The flowergirl, a wee sprite of a thing was all giggles upon arrival, flitting in and out of focus as she waited for the ring bearer…… wherever could that rapscallion be?
And they say that the prospective Mothers, of both Bride and Groom don’t talk to one another about their apparel for the big day! Looks to me like the Mother of the Groom shopped at the same store as the Mother of the Bride! Perhaps they went together?
‘Wherever have you been Cory? asked the flowergirl! I was beginning to get……. my, but you have the bluest eyes of any boy I know! Now quick, we need to get in line!’ The ring bearer, oblivious to the charming wiles of his new friend only had eyes for one other!
Sweet Jesus! If this is what the Maid of Honor is wearing, what must the Bride have chosen! The striking choice of colours, the rich velvety faintest blush of pink playing so well against her Spring green complexion!
Radiant! From every possible angle! And did you notice that this precise saturation of the colour white [or not colour] gives off a magical bluish purple tint at the tips of her veil and skirting? One could not help but notice the delightful fragrance that encircled the Bride as she floated up the aisle to meet her Blue Prince!