The wedding was perfect, the groom was elated and the bride radiant. Our flights were on time, our families blended joyously, the food and music and venue were spectacular.
There was a magical moment when the best man sang and played on stage for his brother and the groomsmen wept more than any of the women (it's all on film). Then they got up and everyone danced with abandon.
Snafus were overcome, including major ones involving guitars kidnapped in Uber cars, tulle and scissors in conflict, late arrivals, and candles that would not light. It was all good.
And when we got home, exhausted, I found that it had rained on my garden while we were gone.