I remember a time when it seemed like we were always going to weddings. Next came the baby showers. Lately, it seems it’s always funerals. It’s the circle of life and all, I realize (and I do love a good funeral, as I may have mentioned a time or two!). But I’m ready to circle back to weddings (and my big kids are not quite there yet).
So I was excited to be able to be at my cousin’s wedding in Nashville last weekend, which left me with all those warm feelings you get when you attend a wedding where the bride and groom obviously really love each other (as opposed to that other kind where you leave thinking, “Well, that will never last.”)
I wanted to share a few pictures with you so you could feel all warm and fuzzy too. But first, just a little background: My mother has one sister, and this cousin is her only son (he has three sisters). Eight years younger than me, he was the only boy in our family. I remember thinking he was a wild little thing, but that was before I had three boys of my own!
We grew up living in the same neighborhood, where our grandparents also lived, and we saw each other pretty much every day for many years. But then they moved to a new neighborhood, and then I went away to college, and Jeff grew up and moved to Nashville, and our grandmother died, and what with one thing and another I think it may have been five years since I’d seen Jeff, at his father’s funeral. And other than his oldest sister, whom I talk to regularly, it had been a while since I’d spent time with anyone else in his family either. So it was a real honor to be able to share this special day with them and to get to visit just a little bit, and to meet his beautiful bride who we are all so happy to have in our family.
Now for the pictures!
Jeff and Quinn were married at an historic church near downtown, so first some pictures of that:
I just have a few highlights of the people walking in to share: my aunt Mary Leslie (only we call he Aunt Mezzie because that’s what my mother came up with as a child) with her husband, David, who was also the best man; the adorable flower girl; and of course the bride and her father.
Next we have the proud father in the process of giving his daughter away, and then we have the newly married couple processing out (I really love that one!):
The reception was at Union Station downtown, an impressive location. I’ll share just a couple of pictures with you. Please note the FOUR (delicious) cakes. When I remarked to one of the gentlemen cutting them that I had never been to a wedding with four cakes, he replied, “I’ve never served at a wedding with four cakes!” (They were chocolate, almond, caramel, and lemon, if you were curious.)
And now on to living happily ever after. 🙂