Yesterday we attended the wedding reception of a very old (oops...good) friend. I am part of a select group of friends - together since junior high and high school. We grew up together through all those angst-ridden years as we searched for our adult selves, found them (kind-of) and continue to look forward to what the years have in store for us. Ever since the movie came out years ago, we have called ourselves the "Ya-Ya's," and work to get together as a whole group every few years or so. (I must admit we also are known as the Seaholm Sirens...but that's another blog post!)
So yesterday Janet took the plunge and married a VERY nice man in a small ceremony in northern Michigan. Since I'm the only Ya-Ya left in Michigan, Daryl and I drove up to the reception, at her parents cabin. (I need to mention that we have all indoctrinated our spouses/significant others into the "rules" of being attached to a Ya-Ya. Attending functions is on an invitational basis AND being patient and tolerant are very important personality traits.)
The cabin was a perfect setting for a festive, 4th of July themed gathering of friends and family. (It has also been the Ya-Ya's retreat on a couple of occasions.) The rest of our "group" couldn't make it - so I did what I tend to do best. Floated around and took photos. Dubbed the "official photographer" early-on by a group of people who were thrilled not to have to pull their cameras out, I was more than happy to help out.
|Though I spent 12 days in Ireland in May, THIS is where I tasted Guinness for the first time!|
|Paul and his own close friend, Larry.|
|The last time we were together, Fall 2013, at the cabin.|
|Sorry, Paul. But no one will actually see this photo:)|
Congratulations, Janet and Paul!