If you’re going to get married on a lakeshore in Georgia, this is a beautiful place to do it. Our friend’s parents built their beautiful place here as a retirement home a few years back and now it has more than a little family history to it. Lovely people, all, and they threw a wonderful party for their son, who’s as good a man as they come, on his big day.
I say that about a lot of people here, but Dave is truly a terrific guy. He went to high school with The Yankee, joined the Marine Corps and then went to Penn State. He moved to Atlanta about the same time his parents did. Also in Atlanta, at that time, was my best girl. They truly bumped into each other in the produce section at the grocery store there, meeting again 1,000 miles from home in a city of five million people. His best man, there, went to high school with them as well. Turns out he just moved back to their hometown. He’s in computer networking and now lives in a home built in the 1750s. (Update: I didn’t get the full story, but it seems that one of the first free black men that fought in the Revolutionary War lived in that home.)
There were two ring-bearers, brothers, who beat each other up all day. When they came down to the pastor and the groom they were swinging the ring pillows around out of youthful boredom. Everyone was fairly surprised they didn’t have a pillow fight. There was a flower girl with curly, yellow hair who was too cute for words. They sent all the kids down and figured, “Whatever happens, happens.” Everyone thought one of the three of them would steal the show, but it turned out to be this rascal.
The father of the bride gives away his daughter. It was a lovely little service, and they danced away the rest of the night in the sweet Southern air.
