June 17, 2018, Philadelphia-
From Friday night until about 11 A.M., today, my biological family was giving my youngest niece and her new husband the respect and honour they completely deserve. The wedding rehearsal dinner, and all that pertained to food, last night and this morning, were among the richest and most generous culinary festivals I have seen in many years, now.
I stuck to grilled fish, as my entree, for each meal, but the hors d’oeuvres for the two dinners were an astonishing parade, and no words could do justice to the intensity of the work done by the planners, the servers and the wedding party itself. Then, there was last night’s musical troupe, who gave their all, with a constant stream of dance-able music. Thus, for the first family wedding, in memory, I was relaxed and out on the floor, tripping the light fantastic, rather than tripping over my two left feet. Like Adam Sandler’s water boy, in the movie of that name, I was hearing the voice of his buddy: “You can dooo eeet!” So I danced, almost constantly, to tunes from the 1960’d through today, though I sat out the slow songs. Some things just don’t get done, for a long time afterward.
This weekend was special in another way: My son and his girlfriend came, clear from South Korea, for the wedding. So, Father’s Day was also the most meaningful in years. We went about taking in the historical core of Philadelphia, in particular, the American Constitution Center, parts of Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell Center. The Korean War Memorial, near Penn’s Landing, was also of interest to Y.H., she being a Korean national.
Summer is in full swing here, sticky and hot, but the sky has been clear and calm, all three days. After a light supper, I have to bid farewell to Philly, to my new “little family” and to the new Mr & Mrs. I’ve watched that girl grow up and with her entry into the full bounds of marriage, I found tears coming even more readily than in betrothals past. Long may this, and all my family’s unions, last and bring happiness.