Jim and I were excited to attend the wedding. We knew we were going to see the old friends crowd. They are not our friends but AJ's friends. The young men and women he grew up with. The kids we saw grow up with our son.
Here are pictures of the bestfriends - Neil and AJ.
Chicago lived up to its name as the Windy City. Saturday was cloudy and cold. There was forecast of rain. The parking spaces were limited. Our good friends Ramil and Lani offered to drop us at the Park before they proceed to their Lamierda.
The ceremony went smoothly. The trio of two violins and a cello provided the music before and during the ceremony. Familiar "Beatles" songs were played.
Gawin's gown was exquisite - especially made just to fit her. Both mothers were pretty. I wonder how they felt all along.
The young kids were not so young anymore. I hardly recognized them. One of them approached Jim and I to ask if we still remember him. Embarrassingly, No. He apparently was one of the boys that trashed our basement on Friday nights together with the rest of the gang.
They all have grown to be fine young men and women. They seem so sure of themselves. They seem to be on top of their game. I made myself remember. I am not their crowd. But I was a part of their growing up years. That basement of ours indeed served its purpose. An album of of memories have been etched out on its walls.
Didn't I say it was cold that Saturday morning? James was kind enough to loan me his coat.
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