"Mom, I'm getting married and want to do it in the backyard. Can you help?"
This was in January in the dead middle of winter.
"My response: Matt, it's freezing outside. Not gonna happen. Where are you now?"
Of course, I called him and talked him into waiting a little while longer. They settled on February 10th, but then circumstances prevailed and we had to push it even further to March 2nd. All's well that ends well. They are happily married now and living in their own apartment. Amazing how responsible they have become seemingly overnight. They are only 20 and 21 - babies. But when I think back to when I was single, I could hardly wait to get married and start a family. Now I think how crazy that was, but love is truly blind. I guess that's a good thing. Otherwise, nobody would ever get married and have children. It takes blindsided dumb luck to carry us through life sometimes. Please pray for my son and his new wife that they will have a long and happy marriage.
Now I'm back and ready to go again on my writing endeavors. My, how life throws us for a loop at times. We had planned to attend another wedding for my sister's daughter and my niece in Las Vegas. It had been planned for over a year, however. So it was absolutely beautiful at the top of the Stratosphere hotel, which overlooks the city. The wedding chapel was very formal and the ceremony quick, complete with beautiful gowns and cowboy boots. Just had to include a little bit of Texas since that's where the Bride is from originally. I'd never been to Vegas before and probably never would have gone there otherwise, but I must say, we had a fabulous time. The hotels are incredibly opulent to say the least. We didn't have to gamble to have a good time. Hoover Dam offered some lovely vistas as well. It was well worth the trip, but next time, I may go by way of the Grand Canyon. There is one more wedding to go in my family for this year, but that's not until October now. Unless stupid cupid decides to strike again at one the cousins, I don't expect to be under the radar of my writing.