#MicroblogMondays: A wedding, & what might have been

Dh & I went to a wedding reception this past weekend, the first one we've attended in about four years. The bride was the only (other, if you count Katie) cousin of our two nephews, the daughter of our SIL's oldest brother. We attended her parents' wedding more than 30 years ago;  we've known her since she was a baby. (You know you're getting old when the children of your friends and cousins start getting married, right?)

As with most of these "milestone" occasions, it was bittersweet for both me & dh. Overall, we had a good time, getting dressed up (something we so seldom do these days...!!), visiting with friends & relatives, enjoying the dinner, bursting with pride over our tall, handsome nephews (both ushers in the bridal party) & their lovely fiancées.

But watching the bride's normally taciturn father deliver an emotional toast, his voice cracking, and then the two of them sharing a father-daughter dance, was tough. Dh & I squeezed hands under the table.

At one point during the dance, I saw one of his cousins looking at us. I wonder if she realized what we were both thinking?

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here.