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Weekend Lessons

February 23, 2011

This post began in an effort to fight writer’s block. 148 words in, I realized the fight was over and my words had won. While my life currently seems like a whirlwind of events, I couldn’t seem to think of anything to share with potential readers. I hoped to be extremely proactive and have a new, hand-stitched purse to share on here, but I only have the exterior sewn together. I did finish a small coin purse, but I will share both when I have finished everything.

Instead, I will be sharing my weekend adventures with you and a few lessons learned.

My husband and I were both in my brother-in-law’s wedding this past weekend. Aside from the hustle and bustle of preparations, it was an excellent weekend. We spent the majority of the week with my in-laws, who drove down to visit on Tuesday.

Jamie & Mat at Lake Hickory

On Thursday, we all drove to North Carolina to prepare for the wedding. We decided to share a house on Lake Hickory rather than booking two hotel rooms for the wedding—same price, more quality time. We grilled steaks, built a fire, and relaxed.

On Friday, my mother-in-law and I helped decorate the church and spent some time with the now newly married Gillenwater.

Lesson #1: Most people are a wreck when preparing for their wedding. And no one pulls of a wedding alone.

I know, I know. This is common sense, but looking back on my wedding, I realize how little I actually did to prepare for it. I have my mother, father, parents-in-law, pastor, wedding coordinator, and countless others to thank for pulling off a perfect ceremony for me and my hubby.

I was happy to help Natasha prepare and glad everything went (relatively) smooth.

Friday evening, we all attended the rehearsal and dinner. The rehearsal was, well, let’s use the word “interesting.” No major hiccups, but a stubborn bridesmaid (yes, that would be me) struggled to keep her mouth shut when the wedding coordinator said that the best man couldn’t escort his own mother down the aisle after the ceremony.

Lesson #2: Sometimes it is best to keep your mouth shut (no matter how much you want to say something).

I am still, and probably always will be, learning that lesson.

Saturday was a good day. Everyone was on time. Everyone remembered to bring everything they needed. Everyone looked great. The ceremony was beautiful, short and sweet.

After the reception, several friends, including the newly weds, joined us at the lake house for an evening of celebration. We had a great time visiting.

My father-in-law turned up the music in the house and we all relaxed around the fire pit. After a little while, my father-in-law pulled my mother-in-law out of her chair on the back porch and into the living room to dance. An impromptu, fun dance.

A few friends who came from families of divorce, commented on my in-laws’ happiness and love for one another. Our friends spoke of how they wanted to dance together in the living room to rock’n’roll in 25 years. This brings us to our next rule:

Lesson #3: Dance with someone you love, whenever you can.

It also reminded me of something which I have always been thankful for, but which I would like to share.

Lesson #4: Don’t forget where you came from.

Mat and I are fortunate to come from homes with strong marriages. He grew up seeing how a husband should care for his wife, how a father should raise his children. I grew up seeing how a wife should treat her husband, how she should be treated by her husband, and how a mother should love her children.

Seeing these beautiful examples of love have helped shape our marriage, which will shape our future children’s marriages as well.

After a fun Saturday night and Sunday lunch with friends and family, we all departed going back to our own little parts of the county—throughout North and South Carolina and up into Ohio.

Mat and I drove through the Blue Ridge mountains to visit my grandparents. While my aunt’s pictures tell so much more than I could, I learned another lesson:

Lesson #5: Take time for family and heritage.

Photo by Jill

I am 1/8th Spanish. It is a small percentage, but it is the primary family heritage of which I am aware. My grandparents shared some of their authentic Spanish tapas with us: anchovy-stuffed olives, roasted red peppers, jamón serrano, and cheese. It was so pleasant listening to my aunts and uncle share childhood stories over a simple, yet exquisite, meal.

Mat and I arrived home late Sunday night. We slept late on Monday and then returned to our daily lives on Tuesday. I am grateful for the time to reflect and share these lessons.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. February 25, 2011 11:33 am

    Yeay! I’m the first one to comment. Cool! Welcome to the blog-world. Maybe you will be more consistent than I am 🙂 I enjoyed your post. Like Mat said, you are very insightful. Here’s for many more to come!

    • February 25, 2011 11:44 am

      Thanks, Gaby! I don’t promise consistency, but I will strive for quality. Your blog was definitely an inspiration for me to start my own.

  2. Maria permalink
    March 2, 2011 9:57 pm

    I enjoyed reading your posts. I’ve always thought you were an excellent writer and you are always thinking, so this should be an great way to express yourself!

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