I was sitting in the guest house when we heard this loud noise coming. Heather says, “Is that a marching band?” I say, “yeah, sure. It’s a marching band. [tongue in cheek]” I then go outside to check. And much to my surprise… it is and someone tells me the mayor is coming.
So I run back to get my camera.
When I arrive, just in time for the band to go by, I find out it’s not the mayor- IT’S A WEDDING.
So, in honor of this experience (though I have not even officially adopted my only daughter yet)- like a good father- I have started her wedding plans.
There will be a maching band.
A mercedes with the wedding couple’s name on the plates and a big bow.
Every other identical mercedes that even exists in town will follow the bridal party with matching bows on their cars at a snails pace.
We will make a lot of noise as we go through town. Forget the horn honking. Marching band it is. Only thing they were lacking was a drum major. We will have one of those with a baton that has fire on both ends. This I decree.
Better start saving my shillings- er dollars- now.
Husband. Dad to 5. Student Ministry Pastor. Follower of Jesus. Yatta yatta.
Now that’s a wedding! Wonder what her husband will think of it…oh who cares, you’re paying right? Ha ha.