Brother's wedding day was fun

We added another Diana to the family last week. My brother Michael got married to his soul mate, Diana. My other brother, David, was the best man and I was matron of honor.
My husband and I picked up Mom and found the church with relative ease thanks to the handy-dandy map we found on the Internet. It didn’t start to rain until after we got inside.
I parked Mom’s wheelchair beside the mother of the bride’s walker. It looked like they knew each other and I figured they could visit awhile before everything got going. I made sure to park her so she would have a good view of the ceremony.
We thought we recognized one of the other guests but when we asked who he was we were told his name was Brian. Neither of us knew any Brian who was friends with either of my brothers. They added his last name and it still didn’t click. Then somebody finally said, “Wiggy.”
Oh. Now I remember. Both of my brothers were close friends with a guy in high school they called Wiggy because of his frizzy hair. His hair had calmed down in the years since we had last seen him and that is why we weren’t sure who he was.
David finally arrived and we met with the preacher to get our final instructions. It seemed simple enough. I checked with the bride-to-be and everything was set to go.
The preacher and my brothers took their places at the back of the church. I took my spot on the other side of the sanctuary. We all turned to begin our march down the aisle. Just then Mom called for me to move her. I waved my arms frantically at the preacher and called time out.
The bride and her brother were already waiting in the hallway and I was careful not to run over the hem of her dress with the wheelchair. I apologized profusely, but as both of us have mothers in roughly the same health, nobody was upset at having to wait.
I got her taken care of. I had already given my camera to my nephew with quick instructions on its use.
The wedding got underway. Michael was beaming as the bride came up the aisle on her brother’s arm. Diana looked beautiful, as all brides do.
That’s when I noticed the guy in the orange polo shirt, tan shorts and flip flops. He was taking pictures — with MY camera! And the flash wasn’t on. He probably thought it had an automatic flash instead of a manual one. I mouthed, “Flip on the flash!” He smiled and continued taking pictures.
Thankfully, the preacher was chatty. I pantomimed turning on the flash. The guy in the orange shirt cupped his hand to his ear and and asked me to speak up. I was convinced he was going to use an entire roll of film with no flash. I finally motioned him over and pushed the button that enabled the flash. I hope the audience was concentrating on the happy couple instead of on the crazy lady up front waving her arms and making funny faces.
The bride flubbed her lines repeatedly and the preacher finally rephrased it so all she had to say was, “I do.” Both bride and groom had the biggest smiles on their faces as they turned towards their friends and families as husband and wife.
After the ceremony, I found out that the guy with my camera was Tony, another long-time friend of both of my brothers. We shared the rest of the picture taking responsibilities. I learned that the little boy in the orange polo shirt and tan shorts was his son. He had also brought his daughter and when I remarked to her that she wasn’t dressed in orange like her dad and brother, she pulled up her dress and showed me the orange shorts she was wearing.
Michael and Diana are well-suited to each other. They have similar values and similar families. They treat each other with respect. It is my hope that they will have long and happy lives. After all, how can they go wrong with friends from high school who will come to their wedding and commandeer a sister’s camera?[[In-content Ad]]