Mr. Tennis, The Writer and one of his best men arrived in the morning to hang the chandeliers from the tree. Ironically, the ropes holding the chandeliers were duct taped to tennis balls and then thrown over the branches from a ladder.
It rained for about 4 hours, not heavy, but enough of a drizzle to make us wonder if we would indeed have an outdoor ceremony.
The sun broke through about 3:30pm and we were a-go for the 5pm ceremony.
Cousin Chad from Australia on the left, Marlon, high school buddy on the right.
While family and wedding participants gathered in the museum that provided the ceremony site, chairs were set up and guests began to arrive.
Orlando Grandma and Grandma of The Bride
The Maven's roommates, our wonderful neighbor Mary and Aunt Vicky and Uncle Jacques from Iowa.
My friend of 45 years, Jane with camera (from Toronto) with CG one of my local best buddies.
A close family friend to provide soothing, beautiful guitar music...
Beth and Ralph Eyman, my "second son's" parents. He was one of the best men.
Orlando Grandma and Mr. Connor (uncle to the groom) led the procession down the path.
Followed by The Boston Lady and Mr. Tennis.
The groomsmen and the groom waited to the side while the rest of the family was seated.
The Groom heads to the wedding site.
Brian (brother of the bride), Elliott (second son), Brian B., and Mauro wait for their cue.
And then it was showtime and the groom and groomsmen arrive under the gorgeous live oak tree.
Jason (officiant), The Writer/The Groom, Chris and Elliot, Best Men
Then! The procession of bridesmaids.
Megan, Matron of Honor
And the sweet, cinderella-like flower girls (neices to the bride).
In the distance we could see the beautiful bride, Sammy and her wonderful Dad, Mike.
I love the way her veil danced in the wind.
They had composed their own vows which brought tears to the eyes of not just the guests, but to the main players themselves...