The best place to talk and just share is Mama's front porch. It use to be Granny's front porch and even back then, it was the best. You can watch the cars go up and down the highway, see who is going to the ball park, count campers, just visit, and solve the world's problems.
Today the conversation turned to weddings as we sat trying to decide on the perfect flower girl dresses for Tyler and Lauren's upcoming wedding on June 9.
As we shopped online and tried to count how many would be attending rehearsal dinner, conversation soon turned to one particular wedding in the family. For the most part, our family is either Methodist or Baptist but there are a few Catholics in our clan. We reminisced about this one particular family Catholic wedding.
Far different than what we are accustomed to, the Catholic wedding consists of a great deal of standing and sitting and standing and sitting. At one point in the wedding, a woman was singing a refrain. She lifted her hand to our side and let out a high pictched "AHHHH" to which we were suppose to respond. We all looked frantically through our programs for the correct refrain, but we were incredibly slow. The Catholics on the other side of the cathedral were right on time. She did this same high pitched "AHHHH" twice to our side of the family and the only response came from the bride's side who were well acquainted with the refrain. The next time it became evident the woman had decided we didn't have a clue how to respond and she began directing her extended arm and high pitched "AHHHH" to the other side.
But this is not all of what happened this particular day. Taylor and I had to work in the blueberry shed up until 2 hours and 15 minutes before the wedding. It takes 2 hours to get to Little Rock from our home and we still had to shower and make up the best we could. Darting out of the blueberry shed, we hit every hole in the 3 mile trek home to make an attempt at being presentable. Frantically we did a quick once over and darted out the door. We are absolutely pressing the speed limit and exceding it in some spots trying to get there on time. Driving down I-40 at about 80 both hands gripping the steering wheel, Taylor glances over at my underarms and says, "Mom, you forgot to shave under your arms." My response, "No big deal, Taylor. My underarms hairs don't grow that well." Taylor comes back, "Well today was a day they did and you have some really long hairs under your arms." No time to stop anywhere and grab a razor for a quick once over, Taylor begins searching the car for a pair of scissors that use to be in the side pocket. No success. She does find a pair of fingernail clippers. So, there we are driving down I-40 as fast as we can and I have my right arm extended over my head and Taylor is clipping my underarms with none other than fingernail clippers. Giggling and laughing at all of our usual luck, we finally make it to the cathedral in time for the wedding. As for my left arm, I don't really remember what we did about that.
The wedding was beautiful and the reception was very nice. Thankfully it was in the dark and no one looked under my left arm.
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