The Wedding

Ces and I really feel sad after attending the wedding of our daughter Rhacel last night at the patio of a quaint hotel, The Farmer's Daughter in Culver City.  I felt blindsided when my daughter told me that I was not going to walk her to the altar.  Instead she asked a young male friend to walk her because she said she wanted to make it "young," whatever that meant.

Meanwhile, the widowed mother of the groom walked her son to the altar.

I don't know about you, but I am "old school."  I believe in honored tradition.   Some guests gave me a surprised look when they saw the friend walk my daughter to the altar.  After that I pretended to be in extreme pain with my lower back to give the guests reason to think that my inability to walk could have been the reason why I didn't walk my daughter to the altar.

Through the night, Ces and I did not want to show our inner pain.  We went through the motions of the happy parents of the bride.  God forgive me my thoughts.  God forgive me for being so sentimental.

Sigh.

May Rhacel and Ben, her husband, live a fruitful and happy life together!