It was a beautiful wedding in a beautiful old urban Catholic church, Blessed Sacrament, built in 1911 and located in a neighborhood of ornate Victorian houses well on the way to gentrification.
But what made this wedding so beautiful wasn't:
Or the wood and gold-leaf altar flanked on either side by two side-altars:
And who couldn't let go of each other's hand or stop smiling for a moment during the ceremony. Which was also sweet.
The sermon of the mass was, appropriately, on joy. At one point the priest gave Tracy and Chris the commission to spread the joy they take in each other to the community around them. It occurred to me that they were doing that today.
The joy carried over to the reception, which was at the beautiful Webster Golf Club:
Instead of a wedding cake there was a wedding sundae bar with assorted ice-creams and toppings, which was wonderfully refreshing and when you think about it, doesn't a wedding ice-cream bar as an alternative to cake make sense since everybody's really in the mood for something cool with all the dancing going on?
And I even got to do something I always wanted to do at a wedding: form a conga line! (I think I was on an ice-cream-sundae high). Anyway, I'm looking forward to the next wedding I'm invited to so I can get another conga-line going. Though I guess to pull off a conga-line the ambiance has to be just right. Which it was at this wedding.
So we ate and drank and danced and celebrated Chris and Tracy.
Who only had eyes for each other.