Rob grew up in Hawaii, so the wedding party wore leis.
Mom's wedding photo, with Grandma adjusting her veil
Rob's family is from Hawaii, so his parents brought leis for everyone in the wedding party.
I'm wearing my mother's wedding dress. I was thrilled that we found a dress for my neice (left) which had a back so similar to mine.
My bouquet consisted of three white iris. I'm carrying a bible that Grandma and Grandaddy Jackson gave to me, and a handkerchief that my grandmother, Robby (my Robinette namesake), gave to me.
My cousin Edith performed the cermony. We are on the front porch of Mom and Dad's house, Woodthrush Woods.
The man facing us is Jodi Eichelberger (http://www.jodieichelberger.com), who is not only one of my dearest friends but also a classically trained baritone. He is singing "O del mio dolce ardor," (O thou art my own true love) by Christopher von Gluck, in this photo.
Rob's father did the reading for us. Though I love the bible Grandma and Grandaddy gave me, the type is really, really tiny, so I printed the verse in large text and stuck it inside for Mr. Kowal.
Mr. Kowal reading from Ecclesiastes 4: 7-12 -- I saw loneliness under the sun: Lonely people without friends, without sons or sisters, toiling endlessly yet never satisfied with their wealth. "For whom," they ask, "am I toiling and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?" This too is loneliness, a miserable business. Two are better than one, they receive a good reward for their toil, because if they fall, one will lift up the other; but alas for the person who falls alone with no partner to help. Also, if two lie side by side, they will keep each other warm. But how can one keep warm alone? And though one may be overpowered, two can withstand one; and a cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
This is my dear friend and voice teacher, Susan McBerry, singing "Au Bord de l'eau," (By the Water's Edge) by Gabriel Faure.
That's my mom!
Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Kowal
Signing the marriage license.
Rob's brother, Kevin, his mom and dad.
We did a slow foxtrot to "Body and Soul."
The server at the end is holding a bowl of my Aunt Gen's okra, which I love and had wanted at the reception. Because of logistics, we had it catered instead. Mom and Aunt Gen surprised me by slipping that in.
Wayne, Terry and David, three of Rob's wine-geek friends.
Aunt Gen, Mom and Dad
Dad and Mom met at a ballroom dance class. They look great on a dance floor.
I love that Rob owns a real beaver top-hat. This is the only excuse he's ever had to wear it.
Behind each ribbons is a layer of lemon curd.
We did not smear frosting over each other. That would have been gauche.
Getting away.
