Dearly Beloved

Father of the bride, and bride.

Howdy, You all,

Weddings traditionally begin with the words, "Dearly Beloved" and that is how last evening's wedding between my grandneice, Tiffany, and her groom, Sam, began. It was a beautiful ceremony and the bride was lovely and her groom was handsome.

When we hear those words, we are reminded of other weddings we have attended, including our own. We see the young hopefuls beginning their life together and pray that their life will be one that truly becomes one life, with two partners working together and making Christ the center of their oneness.

The setting for the gathering was back in a wooded area in a FOP Lodge, very quiet with lots of room for people to enjoy seeing one another and helping the couple to celebrate their new life together.

Tiffany is the great granddaughter of my oldest brother, Bill, (deceased) and his widow, Mae. My sister-in-law, Imazo, and I traveled the few miles to the Lodge, and only got lost a couple of times. It is not the first time I have driven somewhere that I didn't know exactly the destination. ha. Between us, we found it.

We got to see a lot of people we didn't know and also several that we did know. It was great fun.

Imazo and I left soon after the wedding, and didn't stay for the reception, because I don't see too well to drive after dark and don't like to drive after dark in unfamiliar territory, and she doesn't drive at all. My brother, Hugh, and my husband did not attend, but stayed at Hugh's.

After we got back to Hugh's and Imazo's, I took the four of us down to Shoney's (familiar territory) for dessert. We were able to sit comfortably and enjoyed talking about the wedding and how beautifully the Lodge was decorated and how cute the kids were, especially Bryson, Mae's great grandson, was in his little tuxedo.

The best picture I got was of the wedding cake. Somehow, my camera had trouble capturing pictures inside the Lodge, because of the lighting, and I am still trying to learn how to use it well.