A party for 60–years, not people.

They may forget it tomorrow–but that night they both laughed and cried with their closest friends as they celebrated 60 years of putting up with each other–not just putting up with each other, but really LOVING each other.

My grandparents renewed their vows–and teared up while they were promising to love each other forever.  We all teared up actually, if anyone did not tear up they were not listening closely enough.   (Oh, that guy in the middle is the new guy I told you about.   He could not possibly be more different than the old guy–but that is okay.  He is exactly what we need right now.  The only thing our church needs now  is to dump a few hundred ugly plastic covered chairs, but that is an entirely different post–one my husband will delete as soon as I  write it– so never mind.  Back to the wedding. )

It was perfect.  Small, simple, and sweet.   Every party guest was able to fit at one long table.

We used my Mom’s china, crystal, and silver.  There were antique lace table clothes, and linen napkins purchased in Ireland.  Then JHJ and I drilled holes in defenseless baby pumpkins and jammed flaming candles in them.

Colorful fall leaves, and a few gumballs were scattered about to keep the organic/fall/classic look that my Grandma wanted.  Nothing says elegance like yard waste!

I was originally going to use acorns for the place cards, but the gumballs worked so much better!  Some day I will tell you about why these pokey little suckers were the bane of my existence as a child.  It may this month–there is a lot of Mo left to Po.

We did candles in crystal to deflect the light everywhere, and added fresh greenery stolen last minute from the yard.  Not shown is the arch we put up that they got married under…it was okay.  The pictures left me feeling very lackluster about it, but no one said anything but nice things so either there were only polite guests or I am being a perfectionist again.

We did little vignettes at important places and I never once regretted having not bought a single flower.  The leaves and pumpkins, gumballs, and candles were plenty.

Of course the cake was made by Stacey.  Only the leaves and little acorns and pumpkins were fondant.  The rest of all that detailing was done in (incredibly yummy) buttercream.

Yum.  How cute are they feeding each other–with forks!?  I looked in their album and they used forks for their first wedding too.  The Husband and I used our fingers to feed each other cake at our wedding–but then all of the guests were barefoot at our wedding too…so yeah.

It was a great night.  And look, you can’t even tell that my mom has a BROKEN BACK and that she had worked all weekend cooking.   She is awesome at that stuff.  I kinda want to be her when I grow up.  Oh, and look at the toys on the floor.  Certain family members lost interest around the second course.

One more thing.  See that glass my grandma is toasting with?  My Great Grandparents got it as a wedding gift, and used it at their wedding, my grandparents used it at their (original) wedding, and The Husband and I used it ours.  My great grandparents were married for 79 years,  and these two are already at 60, so we have some big wedding shoes to fill.

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