Yes, yellow roses, gerberas, callas. Lemons. Livestrong wristbands for favors. A Tour d' France jersey-themed groomscake. Each table named for a Tour term. Lemondrop martinis.
Everything picture-perfect, to die-for. Willingly. Sigh. Even down to the little china plate her dad and I ate our cake from, thirty five years ago! (Her brother and his bride ate off it five years ago.)
Sigh again. And live strong!
2 comments:
What a perfect day! And the cake is gorgeous!
Hi Helen, ah, you're always such a faithful visitor to my ramblings. Thanks! oxoxox
It truly was just a picture-perfect day. Maybe that's why I can't stop blogging with the pix!
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