My friend just wrote a text message which said, “I’m glad you loved through it.” And that’s exactly what I did. Even if I thought it was going to kill me, I showed Jesus’ love to my husband’s family this weekend. And I lived through it.
This was the last time Rob and I were at a wedding with our niece, JessieLynn, who was married in South Carolina last Friday…
Rob and I watched our 15-year-old wedding video when we got home from our trip today, and marvelled at our youth and ignorance. Also, we marvelled at each other’s “hotness quotient.” Hehe.
Mindy was truly my hero this weekend. She offered to help in the kitchen every time I turned around, and only snapped at Bebe (her grandma) a few times during our horribly long car trip. Also, Mindy wore the dress that I bought her (to wear IN the wedding) at the reception. Oh, yeah, because Miss JessieLynn couldn’t be troubled to have the horrendous polka-dots in her wedding. So she had Mindy looking like a tramp in a black halter-style dress. When Mindy changed, about 9 people commented on how amazing the dress was on her, and “why didn’t she wear that for the wedding?”
What Mindy wore for the wedding (back view with bra straps showing):
The bride and her daddy walking down the aisle:
A family photo from afterward, with Mindy wearing the pretty dress I bought her:
And finally, sweet 10-year-old Seamus who I made friends with… he made me a cool balloon hat:
No, the food wasn’t even begun at 9 PM the night before the wedding. No, Rob’s sister went to bed at her normal time of 9 PM because she was tired. Yes, they had always planned on “Aunt Jayleigh taking charge of the food.” And yes, poor JessieLynn stayed up until 3 AM baking her own wedding cake, which I frosted:
In all, it was a good trip, a good wedding, and I managed to be relaxed and happy a great deal of the time.
