Yesterday we went to a wedding. It was beautiful and I cried at all of the usual places: during the readings, during the vows, during the toasts, during the first dance and the father-daughter dance (“New York, New York” — hence the title of this post). I’m apparently incurably sappy. It gets worse the older I get!
I didn’t know very many people there, but I knew of a lot of them. The bride, who collaborates a lot with my husband, is a fairly well-known actress and producer in our city, and the guest list was a who’s who of the theatre community. It was pretty intimidating — and all of the speeches were unusually good.
The bride is 5 months pregnant and she was absolutely radiant.
Just before the ceremony I checked my phone to make sure it wouldn’t ring, and I saw a missed call from my brother.
My sister-in-law had the baby!