Last weekend, my
brother-in-law got married, so now I have a new sister-in-law! His name is
Richard and her name is Stephanie. It was a beautiful wedding from start to
finish. They were both so thoughtful and gracious during the entire ordeal. I
am really happy for them as they start the wedded life. (We are keeping our
fingers crossed for nieces and nephews in the near future. Really crossed.)
was GORGEOUS. Oh, just let me show you what it looked like:
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was beautiful, too. People were tearing up all over the place. My sons kept
asking me the next day, “Why do people cry at weddings?” After my husband told
them it was because they cost so much, he proceeded to tell them about love and
how precious of a moment it is when the bride finally walks down the aisle. I
was impressed. (I should note here that he did not use the word “precious”.
Pretty sure he’s never used that word before.)
wasn’t beautiful was my hair by the end of the night. It started out pretty, or
at least I thought so. My mother-in-law thought my hair hadn’t been fixed yet
when it was all done. I told her it was a “messy up do” and that I had seen it
in magazines, for goodness sakes.
night, I looked like George Washington with brown hair. Basically, I looked
like I had one of those early American gray wigs on, except it was dark brown.
That “jump around, jump around, jump up, jump up and get down” song can do a
number on your ‘do.
really fun and emotional weekend.
back home, I had plenty of time to use up my data plan on my phone. This is
something that I excel at every month. My husband can tell you. (“How have you already used 65% of our data plan and it started over just one day ago?”) As I was
scrolling through other people’s pictures from the weekend, I came across this
story below on Facebook written by Stephanie’s uncle, Steve Cline. It reminded
me of one of those stories you find in Reader’s Digest. I thought it was super
funny. You look like the kind of people that would enjoy a story like this one,
so I thought I would share it with you.
I have to tell on
myself. Last year when my mother passed away, The preacher that officiated the
service was a cousin of my sister-in-law, Nancy.He did a fine job! I wanted to pay him for his
services. So I opened my wallet and pulled out a $50 dollar bill. I folded it
in quarters and placed it in my right pants pocket to pull out later and hand
to the preacher at the appropriate time. When the time came, I reached into my
pocket, pulled out what I thought was a $50, and cupped it in my hand and shook
the preachers hand and covertly slipped him the bill. He put in his pocket
without looking. Well in my pocket was also a $1 dollar bill from an earlier
purchase that I had forgotten about. Guess what? When I got to my sister’s
house and changed clothes guess what I found in my pocket? A $50 dollar bill!
It suddenly dawned on me what I had done. I had given the preacher a $1 for his
services! I was so red face. What must he be thinking! How can I fix this? When
I told my family what I had done, they all got a good laugh out of it. My
sister-in-law and brother told me not to worry about and that he had been paid
and was happy to do it.
Last night my beautiful
niece, Stephanie, got married. Guess who was the preacher?
That’s right! My sister-in-law’s cousin. I finally got to fix my problem.
preacher that did the wedding below. He had just the right mix of seriousness
and lightheartedness in his ceremony. It was perfect.
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