At the reception, I did my usual chatterbox thing, flitting from table to table, chatting to Danielle's lovely family and then moving over to"the gamers" (they hassled me for labelling their group that, so I told them the could label me "the family") and then back over to my own family. Daniel had some kiwi touches - the cake had tiny kiwi birds on it, walking along scottish thistle - and our table was called the "whanau" (Danielle's family table was called the "nuthouse"!!!). Everybody was so friendly and welcoming, making me feel a real part of their family over here....and I think I may have found a kindrid Spirit in eccentric Aunty Joan! I was up on the dance floor with the first fast song, being flung around the room by Aunty Joan in a series of twirls. Even Josh got up for a boogy with his big sister much to my delight! Danielle's dad wowed us all by singing a series of songs with the band, and the speeches in the evening were completely entertaining and funny - even though the best man tried hard to assure us he was not funny at all.
When mum and Murray were ready to leave at 10pm, I was torn. I was so not ready to leave the event we had come all this way for yet! One of Danielle's friends happened to be nearby and quickly offered me a lift home with her boyfriend at the end of the night. What a blessing - he is a bus driver so all I had to do was tell him I live on the 23 route and he knew just where to go. Danielle partied right till the end, although I reckon Daniel was more then ready to leave and get to the luxury 2 story penthouse apartment they had been bumped up to for the night. It was such a blessing being there, and I feel so lucky to have been able to see my brothers special day. Welcome to the family Danielle, you are very welcome here.