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|
|It was windy and cold, can you tell?|
|See northwesters? This is what FALL looks like!|