August 1, 2011 A.D.
well, i already wrote about the wedding, but i can’t forget the party where we were able to toast to a new life for the Mistrots and dance and “Shout” for joy beside the bride and groom on the dance floor as the Austin summer sunlight made everything glow. there were beautiful toasts, and little girls watching the bride’s every move on the dance floor in awe of her radiance and how she wore her new title “wife” as effortlessly as she wore her ivory bridal gown. there were sleeping babies, gatherings of girls in the bathroom for that ever necessary mirror check and to take a breather from dancing to revel in the magic of marital bliss as only girls in a bathroom can. there was top shelf liquor, ice cold frothy beers, shirley temples, and peacocks wandering the premises of this old southern style mansion to add the perfect amount of whismy, to spark the imaginations of the little ones, and to leave an ornate feather behind for an old and lovely aunt to take home as a memento. there were bubbles and bells to embody the overflowing joy floating and chiming in the hearts of all the guests and to send the lovebirds off to honeymoon. there were old friends, favorite dance partners (Trishey and Emily), and the hope for something beautiful like this to happen again and again for each one of us. and it will. because God loves to give to His children good things.
it was magical, joyful and blessed by the Lord. cheers to Mr. and Mrs. John Mistrot!
now i must face the inevitable and pack. happy feast of St. Alphonsus Liguori and welcome back August!
i leave you with a few pictures from after the wedding at my house with some of my top-shelf friends.
well, i already wrote about the wedding, but i can’t forget the party where we were able to toast to a new life for the Mistrots and dance and “Shout” for joy beside the bride and groom on the dance floor as the Austin summer sunlight made everything glow. there were beautiful toasts, and little girls watching the bride’s every move on the dance floor in awe of her radiance and how she wore her new title “wife” as effortlessly as she wore her ivory bridal gown. there were sleeping babies, gatherings of girls in the bathroom for that ever necessary mirror check and to take a breather from dancing to revel in the magic of marital bliss as only girls in a bathroom can. there was top shelf liquor, ice cold frothy beers, shirley temples, and peacocks wandering the premises of this old southern style mansion to add the perfect amount of whismy, to spark the imaginations of the little ones, and to leave an ornate feather behind for an old and lovely aunt to take home as a memento. there were bubbles and bells to embody the overflowing joy floating and chiming in the hearts of all the guests and to send the lovebirds off to honeymoon. there were old friends, favorite dance partners (Trishey and Emily), and the hope for something beautiful like this to happen again and again for each one of us. and it will. because God loves to give to His children good things.
it was magical, joyful and blessed by the Lord. cheers to Mr. and Mrs. John Mistrot!
now i must face the inevitable and pack. happy feast of St. Alphonsus Liguori and welcome back August!
i leave you with a few pictures from after the wedding at my house with some of my top-shelf friends.
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| trishelisa representin' and only living once like we do |
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| whos stickin' together through thick and thin and baggy soobs... |
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| the one and only bootsentstein |
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| trishelisa a little sweatier for the wear but no less happy because we were riding a pedi-cab (as in a dude was pulling us up a hill in a little cart via the power of his calves) |
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