This weekend, Hubs and I headed to farm country for his brother's wedding. We spent the weekend with his family and there was a lot of driving. But it was a nice change of pace. The leaves were lovely and the drive was relaxing but, it made me realize how much of a city person I am.
We headed out on Friday afternoon about 45 minutes earlier than our original intention due to the fact that Hubs, forgot to read a portion of the email that mentioned that there was in fact going to be a rehearsal. We did make it to our hotel early but underestimated the distance between the hotel and wedding site, so we ended up being 10 minutes late. It was cold and windy and I had a dress that I bought in Paris and strappy sandals, not my best idea, nor was the cup of tea that I thought was decaf at 9 pm.
Saturday, exhausted and grumpy, I drove the groom and his brothers to the wedding site. It was fun to have them all in the car since they have this history that I get to learn about. Like how two of them picked corn for a summer and that if cows are sitting it meant rain. The ride back to the hotel was not as fun. I headed to the site again with Hubs' aunt and we waited inside for the wedding to start. It was an outside wedding and while I was wearing a cute dress and the same sandals, I was warm….spanx to the rescue. I was holding my soon to be 3 year old niece to prevent her from running up and down the aisle. Hubs told me that I looked like I was holding on to her for dear life but hey she had a down coat and it kept me warm too (that was my real plan)
They had a cute and meaningful ceremony, surrounded by their family and friends in a very pretty outside ceremony. I have never seen Hubs' brother so happy.
The reception was fun, the food was great, the father daughter dance was awesome and the groom and two groomsmen played a song for the bride. We caught up with family and everything was lovely.
Now they are in Paris and I am slightly envious.
It was a lovely time (minus some family drama but, hey what wedding is not void of drama).
***I know I owe you all some wedding photos and I promise they are coming.
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I love weddings! And if nothing dramalicious happened, how memorable would that be? Like the time my last boyfriend's family had a surprise bridal shower for his sister, and another sibling called her - the bride who was supposed to be surprised - to ask directions. Even though the shower itself was boring, the story of how one of the brothers ruined her surprise shower comes up all the time! We never get tired of it.
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