Posted on | February 26, 2013 | 3 Comments
Last Thursday night, we loaded up all babies and all dogs and hit the road to South Carolina. We left the babies with my parents, loaded ourselves into a car with some friends of ours, and headed down to Florida. As we pulled into the state and watched the temperature climb on the odometer, I could feel the stresses of life slip away. We rolled down windows, turned on Angie’s mixed CD from Summer 2008, and sang “Applebottom Jeans” as we pulled into the Hilton.
One of our best friends in the world was marrying his bride, and we were excited to be there. The wedding took place at The Player’s Club in Ponte Vedra, a PGA Golf Tour course. The view was unbelievable.
Taylor and Angie’s husband were in the wedding, so we met a fellow Army wife and dear friend, Erin, and hit the bar at the hotel for a few drinks before the wedding. I can’t tell you the last time I went to a bar with a couple of girlfriends. Even though it was at 4:00 in the afternoon and in a bar filled with family and not wild party-goers, it felt care-free, irresponsible, and exciting.
After we got a little tipsy on a couple glasses of wine, we headed downstairs to catch the shuttle to the wedding and see our handsome husbands dressed up in their finest. As I watched the bride walk down the aisle to her future, and as I listened to a couple in love speak vows of forever and always, the familiar catch in my throat and the stinging in my eyes began. Nothing makes me cry like a wedding. I whispered the vows silently to my own husband; renewing the promises of a life together, and I cheered as the bride and groom sealed their fate with a kiss.
While Taylor took pictures, the girls and I headed up to the reception where we ate appetizers of sushi and mini-beef Wellingtons and discussed the bride’s dress, the bridesmaids dresses, the decorations, the ceremony, and all the beautiful details. I couldn’t wait to see my own groom, and I was thrilled when he was finally done with his groomsman duties and, and I got a chance to spend the rest of the evening with my best friend.
We dance and kissed and stumbled back onto a shuttle at the end of the night. The next morning, we headed back to pick up our babies, squeezing each other’s hands and muttering, “I miss them SO much!” ever thirty minutes or so. As much fun as a weekend getaway is, it’s just not the same once babies are in the picture. We couldn’t wait to get back to them. But there’s nothing like a wedding to renew your faith is love and marriage and happiness.