Welp, we knew it was coming… or not coming as the case may be… but Abby and Chandler’s wedding wasn’t last weekend.
Like brides and grooms everywhere, these are Strange Times.
I called Saturday the Nonwedding day.
And you know what, Diary? They were happy anyway.
They dressed up in their wedding gear.
We grabbed our fab photographer friend.
Abby tapped her bridesmaids to throw on their dresses.
She bundled together silk flowers for the ladies.
I did her hair in my bathroom.
My rad friend Bethany assembled a stunning silk flower bouquet for the nonbride.
We spent 45 minutes in a flash-in-the-pan photo shoot at Cairns Farm, holding our breath for the pics with not-our-housemates.
And VOILA! One Nonwedding in the books.
I admit, Diary, if my kids had been unhappy, I would be having a much harder time with plans going awry and wishes scattered on the germ-infested wind.
No guests. No food. No officiant. No vows. No emotional walk down an aisle.
But these two are resilient and they’re determined to be content and gracious no matter what life throws at them.
(And let’s be honest, Diary — graduating without a graduation into the present economy as an interracial couple navigating the racist tension in this country with a wedding on indefinite hold is a lot to handle. A LOT a lot. Not sure I’d be as zen in their shoes.)
It was, all in all, the loveliest Nonwedding I’ve ever spent less than an hour attending.
But I REALLY HOPE we can do the Real One next year. Not gonna lie.