28 years ago, Bonny and Bruce were wed. It was kind of gray and cloudy but the sun did come out. After the wedding, we went to Anaheim for a lovely wedding breakfast. Then the happy bride and groom took off for a honeymoon - and the reception was planned for a week later.
Early in the a.m., Helen called and said Pop just wasn't going to be able to make it. It saddened us to think Helen and Pop could not be with us. Pop did come the next week for the reception, but he was on the downhill slide, and it really didn't stop - he died 6 months later.
My mom and dad were on a mission in Colorado - at the temple - and so they would not be there either. Although my mom called Bonny later and said that as she interacted with the brides in their temple that day, she found herself feeling especially close to Bonny - she felt that it was a special blessing to feel that bond.
The reception a week later was great - although Noah cried - we'd told him it was going to be a big party - and he didn't think it was much of a party. And he was envious of the bouquets the little girls carried - and all he got was a boutinierre! (spelling uncertain!)
Such beautiful memories - I love reflecting on them each year.
