The morning after (Yes, Loretta, we had confetti)
The wedding has come and gone and we are left with some wonderful memories. As I wrote a few weeks ago, I hardly got any decent photos, too busy in that whirlwind of hosting and events, seeing so many family and friends, many for the first time in several years, and meeting new family and friends. Although Cleveland is where we raised our family, our extended family mostly lives on either coast. Understandably, for the ten days we hosted guests, it was one long gabfest. I've received and pored over many hundreds of photos from friends and family in the last few weeks and have started this post several times, but without *those shots* I would have taken for the blog, it's been difficult to choose an appropriate selection to share.
Happily, our photographer has a blog and has recently written about Molly & Chito's wedding so for those who are interested, I'm going to let you visit her post and then I'll elaborate on a few things.
Isn't this sweet? It's a bouquet of origami cranes that a friend of Molly's, with whom she spent time in Japan, sent for her to use at the rehearsal on Friday night. That was followed by a dinner for the families and close friends and then, a rockin' karaoke party at the hotel, for all of the guests who had arrived that day...a fitting event for so many of their friends whom they had originally met during their early time together in Japan.
The wedding was just lovely. Because of the logistics of friends and family flung far & wide, Molly & Chito had a *supporting cast* instead of a wedding party...a group of their closest who helped out with readings, ushering and reception events. His sister and her brother stood up for them. The Old Stone Church is a beautiful Cleveland landmark, worth a stop if you are ever in town. Right on Public Square, it has a rich history and gorgeous, original Tiffany stained glass windows. They could not have been more welcoming to us.
The reception was right across the street, a godsend since the temperature hovered around 100° that day. Daylight when it started, as the evening progressed, the sky darkened and the city lights came on, providing a beautiful background to the dance floor as framed by the wall of windows.
If you've been a mother of the bride, you know that it takes a long while to tire of going through the many photos again and again. However, reception photos of a dance floor full of people...family, high school BFFs, college roommates, the many JET pals, co-workers from Japan, family friends...*worlds colliding!*...make for boring blog fodder. How about a few details?
Molly carried the cutest clutch at the reception. It's modeled after a vintage book of the same name. Here's the back ~
It had been at our house for months, but did I get a shot of it, either here or that evening? No, I had to crop someone else's shot taken in the bride's waiting room and snag the flip side from a website. See what I mean?
There was a token wedding cake, for photos, and delicious cassata cake served for dessert, but the star of the show was a spread of Italian cookies...fifteen types, 70 lbs! (Do I have a good shot of the whole cookie table? Noooo....)
We had these cute bags made up (from here...highly recommend!) so that our guests, most from out of town, could take some with them, back up to the hotel rooms, or the next day, on their long trips home.
We're still hearing about them as friends and family reminisce. And probably try to drop those few pounds from that weekend.
For their guestbook, Molly brought an album, specialty paper/stickers and an instant camera from Japan. Several of her friends took photos of guests as they arrived at the reception, after which they were guided, developing photo in hand, to a table where each wrote a message to the couple and added their entry to the book.
Last Saturday, there was a Tokyo wedding party for all of their friends, family and co-workers who couldn't make it here and they added more pages. The book and camera are slated to accompany them to Sydney at a later date, for a family celebration there. The never-ending wedding...
It was a most memorable event, made even more so because of the efforts of so many friends and family to join us from around the world. The dance floor was still full at midnight as the last song was played and the next morning, many joined us for a goodbye breakfast before they left for the airport or packed up their cars for the long rides home. As one of Molly's friends told me before departing, "You know it was a great wedding weekend when no one wants to leave." That's kind of how I felt...'All that planning and it's over already?!"