a grand wedding!!

my brother got married. it was a completely foreign, scary, and surreal idea at first. my brother and i are survivors of a divorce and messy family past. as we grew up, the idea of marriage was a frightening and impossible idea. the older i became, the more plausible it became. now, i’m not so opposed to the idea (eeek! did i say that?) with that being said, i thought that my brother and i wouldn’t be getting married for many, many years. not until we were older and had played our hearts out, making sure we were ready to spend our lives with one person, not committing the same mistakes my parents had made years before. when i heard the news, i was a little shocked. what!?!? he’s getting married? he’s so young! is he sure? blah blah blah . . . soon, i came to terms with it. after all, he’s a man now, 28 and executing his own decisions. his wife, lynda, and my brother, hank, have been dating off and on for several years. many of my friends and family and me have gotten to know lynda pretty well. she’s a great, caring person. she loves hank. hank loves her. and they’re wonderful together.

the wedding was a couple of weeks ago. taking off of work for a 4 days, i was able to jet home for an entirely too short 5 days. i knew sitting at my desk the anxious days before that i might as well be back, sitting at my desk once again, it would pass so fast. and indeed it did. i’m back, longing to still be home . . . for at least a little while longer. another week would have been nice. there were several people i missed. and still miss. several connections and conversations i wanted to make and have. new friends i wanted to see. old friends i wanted to bond with. so it goes.

the wedding itself had the potential to be an emotional train wreck for several reasons. i love weddings. i cry at weddings. i’m emotional at weddings. and it was my brother - who i love love love - getting married. such a joyous, momentous event – all this coming from an anti-marriage kind of gal! don’t get me wrong, i like the idea of wedding. the idea of having someone, one person, to come home and be on your team no matter what – now that’s back up. but the whole idea, in my eyes, is faulty in several matters as well. however, this is a blog about my brother’s wedding, and not me waxing about the philosophy of marriage. anyway, the day of the wedding, i achieved the feat of not being too emotional. the rehearsal dinner was a different story. it overcame me at times (i feel kind of silly writing about it). so, wedding trip pictures!

after arrival in columbia, my home town, and at a bar. first thing: happy hour! but only had time for one drink . . . . i was a busy gal! mom and i.


we went to dinner. there were 13 of us; i bet we made that waitress’ night. after dinner with the family that evening . . . we young kids hit the bar.


lynda and cousin english


lynda the bride, hank the brother, and i


and then to lunch the next day . . . i was still not feeling jet lag too terribly much. my grandmother, mere – she’s fabulous and 93.


rehearsal outside the evening before the wedding. the beautiful day boded well for the wedding weather the next day.


nick and i


the groomsmen lined up, playing, not practicing, and certainly not paying attention!


hank getting mere to dance was hilarious! she’s incredibly old and forgetful . . . hence making her extremely amusing! i just look at her and smile and laugh . . . affectionately of course.


cousin chloe and i


and the big day! making it to the wedding location at noon was no easy feat on my hungover, jet lagged body. we had to be there at noon for the bridal luncheon and pictures. it ended up being a lot of fun getting ready and playing with all in the wedding party.

hannah and melanie


shannon fixed katie’s hair while katie did lynda’s makeup - eeek! fun girl stuff . . .


hank, meanwhile, took much less time to get ready. looking sharp!


then the girls got ready and had time to play for pictures.








breaktime from the thousand pictures session


andrews, a groomsmen looking hot!


jeremy, andrews, matt, and neil


riley and gage







reception . . . i didn’t have my camera during most of the reception, so no royal treat of pictures. jeremy and i, a groomsmen and friend for several years.


and nick and i actually after the incredible long day of meeting and greeting, drinking and dancing . . . heyward made it out too after his long day of drinking fun at the st. patty’s day fest.


javed came into town that evening. i adore him.


no night’s complete without arm wrestling from nick.


hurting sunday afternoon, the whole family needed a nap . . . especially me.


and we made it out again. champagne and sake!


heyward was excited.


and after little sleep, not enough drinking and socializing, and a lot of love, i was off to japan once again. i would have been a wreck of a picture due to me holding back the flood of tears . . . so i took a picture of nick instead.