A time to celebrate

      The weekend was quite wonderful.  Roger’s youngest cousin was married this past weekend at St. Lorenz Church in Frankenmuth.  She was a radiant bride, and the bridesmaids were in my favorite color: fuschia pink!  One of the first reasons I love going to church on Sunday mornings is to look at the wedding flowers on the altar from Saturday weddings…  These were gorgeous shades of lilac, purple, and many verdant greens! (sorry, no photos, but I do have one of the table bouquets to enjoy in my kitchen this week!)

       Roger and I were able to go to the ceremony and then keep up with the rest of the wedding guests on our way to the reception at Frankenmuth’s Bavarian Inn.  We ordered the world famous chicken dinner and I thoroughly (and I do mean thoroughly) enjoyed the red currant wine!  By 9:30 pm I knew enough to stop drinking the wine and switched to water so that Sunday would not be a complete disaster with huge headache and unsettled stomach.

       Roger’s mom’s side of the family, Bergdolts and Maurers, really are friendly.  When I think of his family, they are the ones I think of first.  Like the Taylors, on my own mom’s side of the family, they are so friendly and welcoming.  We were seated with Roger’s Dad, and two of his brothers and wives, but all night long, it was a wonderful procession of cousins visiting each other at various tables. 

      Roger and I even danced a polka!  That brings back such wonderful memories of our own wedding, we had Tenbush brothers play, and they were awesome.  This weekend, the bride and groom went with a DJ so there would be more variety… I see the logic in the choice, but I’ve yet to meet a party DJ with a really fantastic selection of polka music.  Now days we have to dance to the very worst version of Beer Barrel Polka…You know the one, too fast, too much vocals, these DJ’s should really check into the polka bands that play the Chicago circuit these days and get some modern polka music.  (Enough said)  It was just heavenly to twirl around the floor with Roger, our feet in perfect step with each other and exhaustion forgotten in an alcoholic buzz!   I do love to dance with my huband.

       At the reception many people wondered who was milking cows that night?  God bless our children, they were!  Margie was home from college and I think she did most of the actual milking while Scott mixed feed for cows, and Lydia fed calves and made dinner for the cousins who were over (dropped off by parents at the wedding).  Then, we provided funds so that they could all go see Toy Story in 3-D.  From what I hear, the kids had a great weekend too.

(This is a memory photo, Roger and I dance a polka at our fifth anniversary. 1992 I still fit in my wedding dress at that time, 17 years ago!  And Roger wore a tux for the evening.)

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