Wedding Weekend in San’tonio
This weekend, we went to Alan’s cousin Holly’s wedding in San Antonio. We could not have done it without Abbie and Kathy (and her fam) who took care of the babies and our fantastic neighbors and friends who helped them. A huge THANK YOU!!!
Here are some memorable moments from the weekend:
- Sprinting 30 gates through Denver’s B Terminal to make our connection to San Antonio. We had 5 minutes. We made it.
- Eating at the Downtown Whataburger at midnight because we were supposed to get dinner in Denver. Oops.
- Hanging out with Alan’s sister and her husband like we used to–as grown-ups. Having lunch at a dim bar on the Riverwalk. Chatting about books and music and running.
- Holly, a generally joyful human being and certainly a joy to be around, glowing with newly-married joy as she held hands with, danced with, talked with, and kissed her husband Ryan.
- Watching the couples at the end of the anniversary dance (the DJ slowly asks couples who have been married a year…ten years…etc. to leave the floor to see who has been married longest). Holly’s parents and two sets of her aunts and uncles remained, all having been married for 40+ years. That they have been married so long and also been in each other’s lives for so long, watched children grow and parents die, and still celebrate together at a family wedding, was beautiful.
- Listening to the minister’s sermon on love as patient and kind and lasting rather than as a state of being. The words I heard on my wedding day from our ministers were true and good, and I had no idea what they meant until we went through hard times and leaned on each other. “For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”–we have lived those words, and those who have been married longer have an even more profound understanding of what marriage is.
- Alan’s cousin’s 8-year-old son breakdancing at the reception. He was really good.
- Dancing to cheesy music until my feet hurt with uncles, aunts, and cousins, and of course my favorite dance partner: my husband.
- Holly’s cousin’s 5-year-old daughter mesmerized by the bubbles we blew for the last dance, starry-eyed, hands outstretched, giggling softly as the bubbles, reflecting colors from the strobe lights, surrounded her like magic.
- Getting to be Not-Mom for 48 hours. I love my kids, and I loved coming home to them, and it was so nice to be on my schedule, not theirs, to go out to eat, to go dancing at the reception and not worry about what they needed.