On Weddings

This weekend, we went to a wedding in Charlottesville, Virginia. We had never been there before, and it was quite a cute town in the mountains of Virginia. It was a perfectly fall few days, lots of color, rain, fog, rolling hills. We attended the wedding of a friend in my Duke program. They were married in a church and had the reception at a Cidery out in the countryside. Although it was cold, it was beautiful. Her sister sang a hymn during the ceremony,and I thought about my own sisters (biological and otherwise). Here is the song she sang.





It was very different from the wedding I attended last weekend, which was at a homestead and we roasted marshmallows and had a pot luck.

Ever since I have gotten married myself, I always am thinking two conflicting thoughts, almost simultaneously, while at weddings.

One being "Man, I love love. Aren't they sweet? And I love MY love. Isn't he sweet? I wish WE were getting married again!"

And the other being "Man, I am SO happy this isn't my wedding. That was EXHAUSTING! And at this wedding there are far fewer consequences if I have this extra glass of wine!"

I think that my thoughts bring out the difference between the marriage and the wedding. The wedding was an event, something that I had a ridiculously good time at, and was definitely one of the best days of my life. But it was just that - one day of my life. And marriage is something I do every day, for better AND for worse.

Here are some pics!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Us outside the church

Dukies (and one tarheel) at the dessert party the night before

Me and the lovely bride Elise

Fall Colors

It was windy and cold, can you tell?

See northwesters? This is what FALL looks like!