When Lisha and Rich broke up last summer we were all in a tizzy. They couldn't possibly! They're so perfect! We tried to remain calm and outwardly nonchalant. "Oh, you broke up? Huh. Do you want us to set you up with someone else? No? OK. Whatever."
"Oh, Rich is flying up here this weekend? Huh. Oh. What do you think he wants? Well, whatever."
"So, uh, what did Rich say? Oh, sweet, you're back together."
Relax, everyone, play it cool, take a deep breath.
Inside we were going bananas.
A month later he roped us into the surprise proposal. I was supposed to call Lisha and suggest getting gussied up for a night out, and then Rich would show up instead. I called Lisha and she said, "Oh really? You want to go out? And get dressed up? Or is someone else coming to get me?" (She says it just like that, with italics.) I tried to lie my way into it, but she's the most skeptical person I know, and I failed.
It's a good thing he wasn't really depending on me.And who could blame him? Just look at her!
You know how you go to weddings and maybe half of the people are looking at each other in a knowing way that collectively assigns the marriage an expiration date? You feel a little nervous for the couple because you're not sure if they're going to make it? This wedding wasn't one of them. There was no drama, no anxiety, no panic, just love.
(Well, and a little makeup never hurt.)
The joy and laughter filled the rooms as we truly celebrated.
Rich's brother toasts the bride and groom, one of the many dedications to the couple.
Lisha's private blog, the one she wrote to chronicle their relationship, the one that she wasn't going to show Rich for a whole year, was outed by her best friend Mo, who read entries aloud. I don't think it's a wedding unless you can embarrass the bride.
She got her revenge, of course, when she booked the karaoke. What are you kidding? Nothing says party like karaoke!Mo recovers, with support from Ruel and Hyeku, from Josh's rendition of "Rio." Yes, Josh sang "Rio." Burned on my brain.
The girls sang "Build Me Up Buttercup"
There are a suspicious lack of pictures of me singing "Don't Stop Believing."
Rich's mom and two uncles dedicated "Close to You" to the bride, air guitar by the little cousins.
At the end of the night I leaned over to hug my dad. "How did you feel it went?" I asked, ready to get into my car. He looked up with a smile and said, "It was just storybook, wasn't it? Just storybook."
**All photos, except for the crappy ones in the middle taken with my substandard camera, courtesy of my photographer sister Jennifer, who is available for bridals, weddings, portraits, etc., etc.