Hordes of people. Smelly stalls. Tantrumming children.
With the wedding only three weeks away, I contacted a friend who rented her farm for special events. Another couple had postponed their wedding.
Contract signed, venue paid, I forwarded the confirmation to my daughter along with a photo of the gossamer-draped pergola in the vineyard overlooking Sonoma and Marin to the Golden Gate Bridge.
A few moments later, my phone rang.
“Oh, Mom.” My daughter’s voice wobbled.
“Is it better than the park?”
She sobbed. “It’s perfect.”