Monday, August 6, 2012

Wedding Weekend

In case you weren't aware of this fact, the Boss man is a stud. Seriously. We just got home from a little whirlwind weekend away, sans children. On Friday we drove to South Carolina to attend our friend Travis' wedding, where he committed his whole heart and life to his sweet bride, Maria. Boss was in the wedding party, which means that he wore a tux. And when Boss wore that tux, I could not have found  him more attractive if I  had tried. I did not care for the attractive red head that he escorted down the isle, but I promised Boss I would be mature (now that I am 30 and all) and not trip her as they walked back up the isle, though I may possibly have flashed my ring in her direction a time or two and a stink eye (or three) might have escaped, as well. Possibly. The details are all a bit blurry, really, because I can't think straight when Boss wears a tux.

I also looked pretty nice, if I do say so myself. I bought a black dress for the occasion that made me feel smokin' (though my eight year old has since informed me that when she grows up they will not be allowed to say 'smokin' in her family). I told Boss that we should have Dress Up Friday's at our house. You know, some people have Casual Friday's, but really, what fun is that? Dress Up Friday's would be a hit, I tell you. You'll just have to trust me on that one.

Anyway, back to the wedding. I love weddings. I really, really love them. They always make me cry in the good sort of way. At this particular wedding, it was the dad's speech as he handed his baby girl over to her groom that got me. A real tear jerker. When I am at weddings, I always think about my own wedding to Boss, and the nine years that have passed since then, and I think about how it all does really just keep getting better with time. Not easier, necessarily, but better.

The reception was beautiful. It was at an old plantation house. Perfectly southern and charming. The tables were set up under a white tent and they had a black and white checkerboard dance floor that was TO DIE FOR. Seriously, when I saw it I almost swooned right there on the spot. Come to think of it, if I had swooned, that would have been a very southern thing for me to do! I will keep that in mind for the next southern wedding that I attend. It really was the most beautiful day, and I had fun celebrating the new marriage of our friend's, while thanking God throughout the day for the marriage that I share with my own groom. It was a perfect start to my new decade.