Autumn was in full glory with the sun shining upon an array of jewel tone colored trees. It was a perfect day for a wedding. The bride and groom exited the church and were greeted by applause and floating bouquets of iridescent bubbles.
Departing for the reception, I overheard the bride's mother comment, "I hope Lynn's and Bob's love remains as beautiful as these bubbles." To which Lynn's father responded, "Let's hope their marriage lasts a lot longer than these bubbles." My silent sentiment, however, was, "I hope the reception offers lots and lots of champagne bubbles."
Departing for the reception, I overheard the bride's mother comment, "I hope Lynn's and Bob's love remains as beautiful as these bubbles." To which Lynn's father responded, "Let's hope their marriage lasts a lot longer than these bubbles." My silent sentiment, however, was, "I hope the reception offers lots and lots of champagne bubbles."
