Saturday night I attended the wedding of a fella that I have known since he was born.  I remember when he was just a tiny llittle guy, not even a year old.  His granny used to give him a handful of nails and a hammer and sit him on the back porch and Ihe would drive nails into the porch.  She always knew he was back there because he was determined to drive the nails into the porch and if he stopped she knew right away because the pounding had stopped!

The wedding was lovely.  It was in a green pasture with a beautiful barn wood arbor festooned in magnolia leaves.  The bride looked beautiful in a strapless lace gown and the groom was very handsome in his own farm boy way.  Guitar music and a wonderful singer who sang a lovely country song were a part of the ceremont that was performed by a friend from way back.

The reception was a free-for-all with the family and friends of the bride and groom seeking shelter from the rain briefly under a white tent in the backyard of the groom’s family.  Good food abounded with a southern pig pickin’…pulled pork..cream corn…slaw…super sweet sticky barbecue sauce…tenderloin pulled straight off the carcas of the pig…a beautiful wedding cake and a rodeo groom’s cake.

The DJ did the obligatory dances between the wedding party and family members.  The small children danced until near collapse.  The wine and beer flowed to the tune of 9 floating kegs.  There was rowdy debauchery all around and everyone went home with plenty to talk about until the next wedding!

Seriously…it was loads of fun for me to see that my little town kids could almost keep up with the little wild country children and come out relatively unscathed.  It was also wonderful to see all the friends and extended family that I get to see when I go to weddings and the like in my hometown!

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