I walked my daughter down the aisle several hours ago and boy those rental shoes are hurting my feet.
That's the line I said I'd write when I wrote my column for the paper a couple of weeks ago.
And it fits. Although I am now sitting at my kitchen table in bare feet. But they do hurt.
It is a few minutes past 11 p.m. on Saturday night. My daughter started the day Hilary Barkin and ends it Hilary Holtzhauser.
Here are some highlights:
* I got the willies walking down the aisle with Hilary. But I delivered my one line "Her mother and I" and got seated without incident.
* Reception was, by consensus, a good party. Everyone seemed to have a blast.
* I caught the bouquet the first time Hilary threw it. Sailed right over the bridesmaids. The second time she abandoned the heater and threw the slow overhand curve with better results.
* Our bridal party swing dance routine went off well. My fears were unfounded.
* Hilary and I danced to "My Girl."
We have a brunch for family tomorrow at our house. Sunday afternoon, the tux has to be back at Crabtree. Our kitchen is filled with flowers.
That is all I can muster right now. I am tired. I am older. I am done.



Re: Wedding over. Reception over. And I'm all in.
"* I got the willies walking down the aisle with Hilary. But I delivered my one line "Her mother and I" and got seated without incident."
This is harder than one might think! My dad got tangled up in my veil at my wedding and nearly ripped my head off.
congratulations to all!