Five Weddings and No Funeral

It was an unusual day in the Virginia highlands yesterday.

There were a reported five weddings – and no funerals!

Demographically, we’re a pretty old population, so five weddings and no funerals calls for celebration . . . for street dancing . . . bank closings . . . festooning of public squares . . .

Well, we didn’t go to all that trouble, but there was celebration in the air.

At the one wedding I attended, where Casey Marshall and Justin Siron said their I do’s, the wedding was on the front lawn of Justin’s family’s farm . . . hay bales were lined up for seating, each covered with a quilt - most all of them home-made and hand-stitched and beautiful. . . and the end of each row of bales had mason jars filled with flowers fixed to them . . .

The cows came up as far as the lower fence would allow so they too could join in – shout out to the cows for not mooing and drowning out the service – who knew cows were such considerate guests?

Young people outnumbered us old fogies by a big margin – a good thing . . .

The brides’ maids and the bride all wore cow girl boots, which may be one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen . . .

And two young people who have known each other so long they can’t remember when they first met – had to be kindergarten – began their life together as husband and wife . . .

At the rehearsal, I asked them what Plan B was in the event it . . . (I’m not superstitious, but even I didn’t want to say the ‘R’ word [rain]) . . . Casey was sure it wouldn’t and Justin just shrugged and said we’d move under the large tent they rented for the reception.

I loved that for all they planned, they really didn’t have a Plan B for rain because they didn’t figure they needed one . . . not that it wouldn’t rain, but that it wouldn’t matter much if it did.

I have a good feeling about these two.

Blessings, Casey & Justin and thanks for letting me be a small part of your journey.