robotsatemyhair

RAMH 2.0
(a.k.a. Mrs. David Maxwell Flournoy- that's right, bitches! I got hitched!!!!!)


The wedding happened to us more than we or I made it happen. Invisible forces enlisted armies of friends and family to conquer the daunting task of getting Max and myself properly hitched.

We were married in our little country church which was filled with candlelight and magnolia and just the right number of friends and family. The plunk-plunk strum-strum of the musicians floated down from the balcony as my son, my uncle, and a friend seated our guests. We each waited in our corners... he on one side... maybe nervous... definitely ready for all of it to be over and done... and me on mine... fussing with shoes, dress, hair, skin, flowers... being cooed over by ladies of the church.

The priest was barely on time... but arrived early enough to let me know I needed to walk to the back of the church. It rained on our wedding day... the bricks were wet so I wore tennis shoes to make that walk. Once I arrived in the narthex, I changed my shoes and clung to a window, watching others arrive.

With my step-father, Maid of Honor and photographer (both very dear friends), the crucifer, and the ladies of the church I waited for Pachelbel's Cannon to buzz from the banjo strings.

And then movement...

And then walking...

And then my hand was placed in his...

And then we were married according to the guidelines set forth in the Book of Common Prayer.

The church swelled with warmth and fellowship as the evening went by... and that feeling was carried across the lawn to the Parish Hall just after. The Hall was candlelit as well. Our favourite songs played as we worked the crowd. The crowd munched and ate and laughed.

My son danced with me.

And then he may have done a little breakdancing...

My husband did not dance with me... but he did pose for numerous photos with me and graciously tolerate all of my wedding foolishness.

There was a whiskey toast...

There were cupcakes...

And after? We sort of helped clean up the Parish Hall... but it was mostly the ladies and men who had made our day happen... our mothers, fathers, and uncles and aunts.

My feet hurt.

He was drunk.

There was so very much to do...

But we left. Whisked away to the Jefferson Hotel by my Maid of Honor...

We were married in our little country church. Everything was perfect. Everything was joyous and right.

We are blessed.