My Story, Part 5

We were planning to sing “Darling, the day has come . . . “ at our reception, but a day or two before I couldn’t make it through without crying so we scraped that and asked Japheth’s parents to sing it instead. Daddy and Mother had sung it at their own wedding.

There really didn’t seem like too much preparation for our wedding as we didn’t have to make food and wonder if it would be enough, or line up waiters and waitresses and lay out the order of serving and such. Dad didn’t want the bother and work of making the food ourselves; He wanted it done at a restaurant. God knew I didn’t need the stress and strain of that on top of other things. Yes, truly God orders our steps. He knows the way we should take.

The decorations for the tables were simple, just little pink (or green) candle and a small dried flower arrangement that I had made up myself. The bridal table was small just for the two of us.

The bridal party consisted of my Mom, Matron of Honor and Sylvia, my bridesmaid. (I had formed quite a bond with her while staying at her home when I taught school in MI.)
Sometimes I almost regret not having my old schoolmates Krista and Cheryl in the party. There is something special about old friends from way back that go with you through life!

Japheth had his one and only brother, Jonathan as best man and his best friend Delmar Shelly as a groomsman.

Dad gave me away as the quartet sang, “For all that You’ve done I will thank You, for all that Your going to do . . . “