parking, lighting, and service.
Eventually, I found Alderwood.
It was a beautiful historic restaurant near the river, with stone walls and a warm, inviting atmosphere.
The private dining room was called the Hearthstone Room.
It had tall windows overlooking the water, exposed wooden beams, and a magnificent stone fireplace.
The moment I stepped inside, I could picture my parents celebrating there.
The restaurant manager, Daniel, showed me around.
He was a friendly man in his mid-forties, with silver beginning to show at his temples.
He told me about a couple who had returned to the restaurant to celebrate their fiftieth anniversary because they’d held their wedding reception in the same room decades earlier.
I looked toward the fireplace.
“This is perfect.”
I reserved the space for forty guests.
I selected roast beef, salmon, pasta, salads, and several desserts.
I arranged a champagne toast.
Then I contacted a florist and ordered
