Lisa Visser stands and delivers an excerpt from a Martin Luther King speech (which will be added as soon as accessed) entitled, "The Strength To Love." Ryan and Emma follow with Ryan on guitar and they both perform, "Lucky," by Jason Mraz in beautiful harmony.
Devon, the second most beautiful lady in attendance that day, attempts the reading of the lyrics for "Our House" (also to be added). Very appropriate for us from a family point of view. Which becomes quite evident as Devon delivers and is a tad overwhelmed by the significance of the words as she speaks to the heart of all we have been through, conquered, and are now moving on from, on this Day of New Beginnings.
Marni, in due course, pronounces us partners for life once again and, once again, I am permitted to kiss my most beautiful girl. Executed flawlessly. We have pictures to prove it!
We all retire to the dining room to the fabulous spread of sandwiches, fruit, cheese, crackers, pickles, six magnums of champagne and Devon's delicious lemon butter creme cake and accompanying 120 cupcakes all set on a four-tiered, cupcake tree.
Mel and I enjoy the final hour in conversation with our guests as Lisa, Denise and Mom run the clean up. I sit with Auntie 'M' and describe to her in detail the magical progression of my enlightenment through counseling, to my ultimate Quantum of Solace in the idea that my father (her brother) played a part in my "resurrection" 18 months ago. I also went on to share with her the surreal experience that Mel had with the psychic a month ago, where she, never having met Mel or spoken to her previously, envisioned that same event and relayed it to her. Very spooky. My auntie and I both acknowledged that pops was here with us all this day.
As 3 o'clock arrived, and as previously agreed, Miss Mel and I said our goodbyes, invited all back for the celebration that evening and we cut out to drain the doggies, followed by nap time at Lisa's. I manage a wee shut-eye, until three dogs start jumping all over me as I lay on the couch. Mel is busy updating the email and her Facebook status and decides, "She no need no stinkin' nap." She's busy firing on adrenaline.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the clean-up/reset crew is going full tilt. Chairs are removed, furniture returned. The wine stations are set up. One downstairs at the bar. One up stairs in the laundry kiosk that has been converted to a bar top by our diversely talented event coordinator, Lisa. Sixty-four liters of red and white. Will it be enough? The beer kegs are unveiled, primed and pumped and the caterer arrives.
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