I was in the midst of the final days of packing up the last family homestead in preparation for an early-September move when Warren and I decided to get married.
Warren and I had been planning to go to the justice of the peace.
But no!
At my cousins' insistence, the farewell party for me became a perfect garden wedding for Warren and me.
All I had to do that day was show up with my hair washed and my nice shoes, and step into the wedding dress. Somehow, in the midst of all the packing, Warren and I found time to go shopping for a suit and shirt for him. Everything else for our wedding was taken care of by my cousins, two of whom walked me down the path and gave me away.
Not a dry eye anywhere in the assembly or at the altar when Warren and I took our vows!
PS: One of the aforementioned cousins was in my first wedding as a flower girl—way back in 1972. The second time around, her eight-year-old granddaughter was our flower girl.
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The very first song that Warren and I ever danced to:
Thanks for sharing the memories. Great song, too. I've got my own with that one. :)
ReplyDeleteI love this post. It makes me so happy. Thank you for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations to both of you! It has been quite the journey, and of course, you are dearly loved, my friend. Tammy Swofford
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