On Friday I flew to DC for some family fun and frolics. I admit I watched more than frolicked. But I’m nearly 70, and I never have been much of a frolicker anyway.
My arrival in DC meant changing clothes in the rental-car-office bathroom and finding my way through Friday afternoon traffic to Tony and Joe’s Seafood Place overlooking the Potomac River in DC. In my closet hangs nothing like the attire the other women wore to this event, but I was not shunned and otherwise fit in well enough to enjoy the evening and good food.
Plus, I managed to snap this picture of the Ambrose siblings—Beth (Carlson!), Ryan, Shannon (bride-to-be), and Tara.
After a lovely leisurely morning I managed to pull myself together for a ride to Georgetown University.
I took pictures of the outside of this little church, but the inside gives a better sense for the setting for the wedding.
Here comes the bride!
Taylor leads a responsive prayer as part of the ceremony.
Mr. and Mrs. Will Roberts with Monsignor Jim, who also tied the knot for Taylor and Beth.
The whole Ambrose family. From this distance you can’t see their teeth chattering. Brrrrrrr! It was so cold!
At least one of them made it down the aisle.
The reception, site of much frolicking.
The celebration continued the following day at the groom’s parents’ home—yummy brunch and the long-awaited “gender reveal.” This is a relatively new addition to all the other preparation-for-baby events. The unopened results of the ultrasound are sent to a baker who builds a layer cake using either blue or pink frosting. When the first slice is cut, the parents learn whether they will raise a son or a daughter right along with all of the party guests!
I’d say Daddy Taylor is pleased with the news.
Mommy Beth is pleased that he is pleased.
Next they examine the ultrasound to make sure the baker used the right color.
S/he did! It’s a BOY!
(Thanks, Trish Ambrose, for making our shared grandbaby’s gender reveal so much fun!)