I thought I would be writing this earlier then 11:30 at night, but better late than not at all.
Saturday, September, 04th was my nephews wedding day. I was very excited to be attending for two reasons. 1) I was standing in for his mother who was unable to be there and 2) I am so proud of Jean Luc’s accomplishments and I wanted to be there to share in this special day for him. I am going to try to add some photos at the end of this post so you can share in the day as well.
The wedding was held at Yolo Fliers Golf Club in Woodland. It was in what I call the boonies. A very rural area about forty-five miles from where I live. Since I had never been there, it was necessary for me to use the GPS. It failed to tell me to turn down this little side road to get to the club. So, after about a half mile passed where it said I had reached my destination on the right, I turned around went back the way I had come and found this little side road that lead to where I wanted to be.
I decided to park my car facing the direction I needed to go to get out in case it was dark when I left. The reception room was decorated beautifully and the food. You know I had to mention that. The smell of the food was heavenly. I was ready to eat. However, I was directed outside where they had set up for the wedding.
Now, as all of you know, I am a very quiet, shy, introverted woman. I made up my mind, however, that I would initiate conversation with each person I was close to.
My first opportunity came when the minister asked us to turn off all cameras, cell phones, and video cameras. So I said to the lady next to me, “I wish she had waited a couple of minutes longer so I could have gotten a couple more pictures.” The woman laughed and said she didn’t get to use her camera at all.
I was waiting for the wedding to start and took off my shoes. As I was rubbing my feet into the grass, there was a loud pop and I thought I was going to fall on the ground. A screw had popped out of the chair and it tilted dangerously low. I immediately jumped up and looked around as others asked if I was alright. I laughed and said, “Aside from my wounded pride and embarrassment, I was alright.”
Everyone close around me and knew what happened, laughed with me and assured me I had no reason to be embarrassed.
Jean Luc stood with the minister, his best man, and I call them men in waiting as we all waited for his soon to be wife, dressed in his dress military Air Force uniform. He looked so handsome and a little uncomfortable with all eyes on him.
The wedding processional started with the parents of the bride and groom, followed the maids of honor in lavender colored dresses and Jean Luc’s little sister was the flower girl dressed in a beautiful tiered lavender dress. The bride was last to come out in the most beautiful cream colored gown with a flowing headdress attached to the crown she wore.
While the minister shared the reading before the ceremony, the couples’ rings in a box was passed to everyone in attendance to offer our warm thoughts and well wishes for the bride and groom. It was called warming of the rings.
I was very touched when the minister mentioned my mother. How much my nephew missed her and that she was not there in person to share in his happiness and that everyone knew her as “Big Mom-ma.”
After the ceremony, the bride and groom, along with their parents and the wedding party were led to a separate area to take pictures and the rest of us were ushered into the reception room. There were plenty of snacks, wine and champagne to enjoy.
I met Aubrey Matthews, Historian of the Tuskegee Airmen. I learned things I had not heard before about the famous group and their many escapes that isn’t mentioned when they are spoken of. For example, did you know there were women and white men who were part of the Tuskegee Airmen?
There was so much more I learned that I can’t put in this blog. But I do have his permission to share his email if you would like to learn more or have him be a guest speaker. You can contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org. This is a subject he thoroughly enjoys speaking on.
Later, we went into the dining room where we sat at tables we had been assigned to sit. I was lucky enough to sit with Mr. Matthews, Trish and her husband and Jocelyn and her uncle, who was a lifelong friend of Mr. Matthews. They had known each other since they were about five and grown up playing together in the early fifties.
After dinner, the best man, the maid of honor, and a high school friend of theirs (oh! Did I mention, the bride and groom met in high school?), told funny stories and toasted the bride and groom. This was followed by comments from the bride and groom and a re-confirmation of their love and commitment to one another and then the cutting of the cake followed by the couple’s first dance together as Mr. and Mrs. Jean Luc and Daniella Duckworth.
The parents came up to take their turns dancing with the couple and then everyone was out on the floor.
I had a great time. I met many people I didn’t know, laughed a lot and at about ten, decided I needed to leave because the wedding party was still going strong with the young folks. I said my good-byes and my brother-in-law, thankfully, insisted on walking me to my car. Good thing he did. It was pitch black out there. I was so glad I made the decision to park my car in the direction I was to leave. However, I still made a wrong turn just before the side road and had to turn around.
All in all, I had the best time and took lots of pictures for my sister. I know she will regret having had to miss her son’s wedding, but I hope I was able to capture it in pictures and my words on this blog enough so she feels the joy and excitement of the day.
I know I was supposed to be sharing my top 10 songs on this post. I hope you will forgive me writing this instead. I promise to write about my song list on the next post. Below are a few pictures of the wedding. Please enjoy.
Until next time, take care. lw