After spending our first day in Madison at the Olbrich Botanical Garden, we settled in at the Edgewater Hotel and planned the rest of our stay, but got something unexpected – not just one wedding, but three.
The bluegrass concert began – loudly – at 7 pm but fortunately ended at 9 pm promptly.
On Saturday morning we looked out our window and saw a Bride in a beautiful lace wedding dress walking across the dock.
She met her groom, and the photographers further out on the dock.
Meanwhile the mother of the groom and the other wedding attendants were having their photographs taken on solid ground. After many many photographs had been taken, this group left the hotel terrace. But . . .
suddenly a flower girl arrived on the dock. She stood very still looking out over the lake. What was she thinking? Of her own future as a bride when she would walk down an isle? Then . . .
and they both stood still looking out over the lake. What was the bride thinking? Oh, what a glorious day for the happiest day of my life? Oh, no. What am I doing? How will I last the day?
The Bridal attendants arrived, and watched the last of the Bride and Groom photos being taken.
The Bride and groom arrive and continue taking directions from the photographers – and the videographer. Now bop along the dock! Now give a cheer! Now – now – now. It was quite a production.
We left our window and saw that 250 chairs had been set up in the hotel plaza, for this wedding, but there was also a double decker bus waiting to take many of the guests on a tour of Madison.
Then, as the sun was hanging low over the water, we saw another bride and groom walk out on the dock, with only a single photographer. Their photos were taken without noticeable instruction or fanfare – and we got no photos of the third bride.
At least there were no disasters. Last summer I was a voyeur of a wedding in Pennsylvania – and there was a disaster just before the wedding was to begin. However, a happy wedding ceremony – and a happy life – does not depend on the roses.