Two weeks ago yesterday, one of my best friends from college got married in Dallas, TX. Findley and I were very much looking forward to celebrating with Taylor and reconnecting with college friends we literally haven't seen in years. (Not to mention a long weekend reprieve from the kids.) We even splurged and booked a great hotel for the weekend. It was not to be. Nana was in a critical spot and I just couldn't make it. Findley and I took advantage of our pre-planned babysitters and went to be with Nana instead. Now, if you are from East Tennessee, don't be offended. It is beautiful. The mountains are absolutely gorgeous. But it is very different from Dallas.
I really had a heavy heart about missing Taylor's wedding. I have missed a lot of my friends' lives over the past six years and I was looking forward to being there for someone I love on her special day. On Saturday, after a long day at the hospital, Findley and I decided to get a quick bite to eat. We ended up with a pizza at Mellow Mushroom. All we wanted was a little quiet, a chance to talk, and some food.
Not five minutes after we got there, a group of fourteen year olds starting setting up their band equipment. You have got to be kidding me, I thought. But it wasn't a joke. The music was so loud we didn't even try to talk anymore, but I will say there was plenty of people watching to be done. When the band started in on a song with a refrain of seek and destroy! seek and destroy! seek and destroy! shouted over and over, we just had to start laughing. I highly doubt this was the music Taylor was dancing to at her wedding.
And speaking of weddings, there was a wedding reception. At Mellow Mushroom. The manager introduced the bride and groom and thanked them for celebrating their special day at Johnson City's favorite pizzeria. I tried to go to the rest room at one point and it resembled the gym locker room at my eight grade dance- hairbrushes, make-up bags, and many teenage girls (either a part of the wedding party or groupies of the band or both) primping in front of the mirror.
To be honest, the whole episode provided some major comic relief on what had been a hard day. The Mellow Mushroom is no Brookhollow Golf Club, I'll tell you that, but at least we got to take part in celebrating a wedding- it was just the wrong one! I have also had to miss two other weddings I was supposed to be in over the years because of health issues with Virginia. I just don't seem to have the best track record for making it down the aisle, but at least I won't try to steal the groom.
But yesterday was different. I got to take part in a very special wedding. My little brother, John, married his college sweetheart, Emily, in Asheville, North Carolina. Praise the Lord we were all healthy (at least until after the wedding, but that's another story) and able to fully celebrate in their special say. It was a beautiful wedding and such a gift to see two people very much in love start out on their journey together. Emily, welcome to the family. You are blessed to have John and we are blessed to have you. We love you both so much!
I apologize up front for all the pictures- they are mainly for family. And, yes, this blog is supposed to be an outlet for my writing, not rudimentary photography skills.