By Judy Siefert

Went to a family wedding over the Labor Day weekend.

It was “modern” I guess you could say.

The actual ceremony was held in the back yard of the parents’ home.

The bride was barefoot. Her dress was a simple, white, rather angel like. She carried no flowers. She wore no veil. Her father didn’t escort her to where the groom stood. She just walked to him. They exchanged vows. It was over.

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

No fuss. No muss. 

My sister and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and agreed we should go find the wedding cake.

The cake was traditional. That’s about it.

We left.

The following day a reception was held at Fisher Hall in Frankenmuth.

I’d never been there before and it actually is a very cool place.

The reception was also casual. Come as you want. Come as you are.

The groom was the only person in a suit.

The bride had on a short summer dress and flip-flops.

The food was homemade and it was wonderful.

Of course, once the families all found each other, grabbed the same table to sit at, the gossip began.

My cousins were, “well, what do you think, I’m shocked, wow, this is strange, will there be music?, is there beer?, where’s the desserts?”

Ah, this is it guys, is all I said.

Truth be told? I thought the wedding and reception were wonderful.

The bride and groom were adorable and obviously very much in love and very much enjoying their day together.

Their parents were having a great time (I think the reason for that is obvious).

And our family ended up having a great time as well.

Too much is made out of weddings these days. Bridezillas are everywhere and they need to go away.

What I enjoyed most about the couple? They’ve known each other from childhood. They’ve been best friends since childhood. I’d say the odds favor their marriage being a success.

Now, two days ago I received yet another wedding invitation.

The envelope was dark brown, almost black. So was the invitation. And there’s a piece of birch bark on the front sealing it.

I expect this wedding will be different.

That’s it for me this week.

Bye.