Our sweet and talented niece Savanna arrived at Heather's house bright and early Friday morning, Heather whipped up batches of cream cheese frosting and Savanna did the decorating. She LOVES to bake, and is often found making cakes for her friends. She would love to have a bakery some day, wouldn't that be great to have a bakery in the family?
Heather and I spent the rest of the day creating flower arrangements, decorating her house, ironing vintage table linens and napkins to bring to the restaurant, and I even found time to write a little speech. Being the oldest, I felt it was my job. I don't speak well spontaneously, and I knew that I would get too emotional if I didn't have a piece of paper to hold.
A giant rainstorm with hail and 50 mile an hour winds blew through town not long before we had to pack up and head to the Peppercorn restaurant. Everyone pitched in to make our private room at the restaurant special, laying out napkins, lighting candles, and making it all perfect.
My brother's wife Angie and his son Kaleb handled this side (apparently Charlie is supervising....)
My niece Savanna listens intently to Kelly's knowledge of salad fork placement:
The flowers included white hydrangeas, red and white roses, yellow gerber daisies, and gold and white alstromeira with some wild peas, in vintage canning jars tied up with gold ribbon and their wedding photo.
Time for group photos! The original family:
The whole family, all together. So glad Mike has a timer and tripod!
And as usual with our family, a little fun:
We all headed back to Heather's house, where champagne and dessert awaited!
My parents talked a little about their wedding, and how they spent the entire night after the reception driving to Duluth and then the North Shore trying to find a place to stay. They were finally successful at 8 am the next morning!
And we learned that my dad had sold his boat, motor, and trailer to give my mom a honeymoon. Sigh...how incredibly romantic. He reminded me that back then he never had time to go fishing anyway, as he was working two jobs in order to afford to build our first house out on Lake Avenue.
What an amazing, loving, half century they have spent together. While it was not all sunshine and roses, as no life ever is, they have endured the rain and storms, and have set a wonderful example for all of their children and grandchildren to follow.
We had a fun, homegrown celebration, just as my parents had requested. A night we will all remember, for a long time.