On Sunday, November 24th, Mark and I will be married for 35 years. We were married at St. Jean’s Catholic Church in Muskegon, Michigan on a cold Friday night in 1978 and almost 600 people attended.
We celebrated our beautiful day with our wonderful parents by our side. Mark’s dad couldn’t believe we chose deer hunting season to get married, but he happily attended and so did his hunting buddies.
We were both very lucky to have our grandparents attend. Grandma Beckman was the only living grandparent on my side then, but Mark was lucky to have all four of his grandparents there to see us get married.
I had eight sisters and some of my friends as my beautiful bridesmaids and my three sweet little nieces (Anne, Allison and Melissa) were my flower girls.
Mark had ten brothers-in-law and friends as groomsmen and ushers and my adorable nephew Patrick was the ring bearer.
The ceremony included a lot of beautiful music including soloists and a trumpet player.
Our reception was held at Carpenter Hall. Since the families were all together, the reception was a great opportunity to get some shots of the whole bunch.
Even though Mark and I didn’t know each other very well when we got married, we both felt that we had really lucked out to have found each other.
Years later we still feel we couldn’t have picked a better partner to spend most of our lives with.