While everyone was upstairs getting settled at their tables, McGlovin and I took a minute to look around the first floor. Since we’d spent the cocktail hour mingling, we didn’t get to enjoy any of our apps, or see any of the decorations! (Actually, that’s not entirely accurate. At one point, my friend Rachael came over to me with a plate of apps and said, “You can probably eat about two of these in the next minute” and then hand fed me two bites of food. Her husband suggested just giving me the entire plate, but she pointed out that I had neither the time to eat, nor enough hands to eat, hand my bouquet, and hug people all at once. She’s an angel, that Rachael!) Anyway, while all of this was happening, our wonderful photographers were going table to table, photographing couples and friend groups. I know this, like the receiving line, seems to have gone out of style, but we wanted to get a photo of everyone to send in their thank you notes…and people loved them!
After everyone was seated, plated salads were brought out, and our friend Ben gave the blessing. We decided to do toasts as people were eating—it was less pressure on the speaker when people were listening, but not too closely.
My dad went first, and talked for a solid five minutes about two kinds of men—those who are blessed to have daughters, and those who are unfortunate not to. He closed by sharing his hope that McGlovin is blessed with a daughter, so he could see what a pleasure it was when she found a partner that met with her dad’s approval.
I cried, Caitlyn cried…everyone cried.
Next was Colin, McGlovin’s best friend since middle school. He’s delightful.
He’s also a lawyer, and very comfortable speaking to large groups of people. He talked about how, in school, he and McGlovin would cheer each other up at the end of every relationship, promising that there were other fish in the sea. Then he talked about Evan’s change in attitude after meeting me, how thrilled he was to see his best friend so happy, and warned me to take care of McGlovin. It was incredibly touching to hear Colin express how important their relationship is…he’s a great guy.
Next were my sisters. Caitlyn is a CPA, and is usually very direct. She spoke for just a short time, but was very clear—she is thrilled to call McGlovin her brother, she could not be happier for us, and he’d better take care of me. Point taken. Shannon is not quite so direct, and her toast inspired the following series of photos.
Shannon lives with us now, though she didn’t at the time of our wedding, and is very familiar with McGlovin and his…specificities.
She talked about his “12 point checklist,” which is his system for checking the house each night before going to bed. She reminded people that McGlovin is physically incapable of leaving the dryer on when he leaves the house, so he’ll alter his entire schedule to account for clothes drying. She let people know that he’ll turn the stove off, WHILE YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF COOKING, if he thinks that you might be finished (and no, you’re not finished…the sauce is simmering).
McGlovin can’t handle lotion, so the women who live with him need to go to another area of the house, ideally another floor, before moisturizing. He wanders around the house unplugging hair straighteners and curling irons that have only recently been turned on to warm up, so no one forgets to turn them off.
Pretty much, although he is sometimes a struggle to co-exist with, McGlovin is the nicest, kindest guy who could not be a better match for her sister…who frequently leaves the stove, dryer, and straightener all on when she leaves the house.
So those were our toasts. By the time Shannon was finished, everyone was out of breath from laughing so much, and salads had been cleared. We cracked open the bottles of wine on each table, and the waitstaff started to bring out huge platters of Italian food, to be passed family style!