I went to one thirteen years ago and loved it because it was lovely. It was the wedding of my son and his partner and took place at Cowdray Park, which was a fantastic venue since it was a beautiful Spring day. Pre ceremony drinks in the walled garden, then the ceremony, and the gorgeous reception. The first dance was fantastic, I wish I could show you, danced to the Jungle Book song ‘I wanna be like you’ and choreographed by my son’s partner who is an actor trained in acting, song, and dance (he has a fantastic voice.) All the beautiful table decorations, cake, and flowers were in Spring colours, yellow and green. They had beautiful suits and cravats and looked so happy. The whole thing was gorgeous, the speeches funny, the flowers beautiful, and the grooms handsome. I loved it.
Now they have a twelve year old son, adopted, and a dog, and beautiful homes, and are just like any other married couple. They come and go to our home just as we expect all our children to do.
Incidentally my son’s four grandparents, all in their middle eighties, attended, and were happy and not remotely uncomfortable. Why would they be? This was their beloved grandchild getting married. Sadly they’ve all died now and are very much missed.