Yesterday was a happy day; my sister, Katy, got married to a very lovely man. It is the second marriage for bride and groom and, I don't know, maybe that just made everyone very relaxed. No big white dresses, no anxious in-laws. They organised everything themselves. The reception was in the same room they got married in, at their church. Chairs were quickly cleared to make room for round tables decorated with balloons and spring flowers. Each table was laden with big bowls of Thai vegetable curry, chicken curry, lamb tagine, rice, couscous, naan breads, and we all helped ourselves. Chocolate brownie sundaes for desert. A children's entertainer kept the small ones occupied in a next door room during the speeches; everything was easy and child friendly.
Bella and Angus, plus their cousins, made a merry little gang of four bridesmaids and two pageboys. The girls all carried floral wands and the boys had little rosebud button holes. Angus looked adorable (small boy in a suit and tie, just too cute) and was pristine for about thirty minutes. He snapped the rose bud off his buttonhole half way through the service. By the time the photographer was ready, he also had peanut satay sauce (from John's canape) over his sleeve and grass stains all over his trousers. Shortly after that he spilled chocolate sauce all down his white shirt. Bella fared slightly better, her "ballerina" bun mostly intact. I nearly burst with pride for them both, my babies.
I cried a little when the bride and groom danced their first dance. Maybe's it's because she's my sister, maybe it was the warm, accepting atmosphere, maybe the music, but there was a lot of love in the room yesterday.
And when the happy couple left (for St Lucia, lucky things) Happy, by Pharrell Williams was playing.
I can't think of a more perfect song.