Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Brother Gets Hitched

Photos by Southern Blue Photography out of Hope. Click for contact info.

Guys. There's a gorgeous new Montgomery. My brother got married and it was incredible.

It took me a minute to get past the fact my brother was no longer in a ninth-grade classroom, but in a wedding chapel pledging love, honor, and respect to an amazing woman. But after that, y'all, it was amazing.

The scenic Hot Springs venue was decked out in the splendor of fall and the glass building allowed spectators to take it all in, yet they never took their eyes off the bride. It was perfect. The flutters of nerves, the sunset washing over everything, the rings, the dress, the cousin-led ceremony, and the joining of family, friends, and well-dressed kids:

Uh, yeah, I know. He rocked it hard. Thanks for the photo, Diana!

I'm not sure how to put it other than perfection. We have a new family member and it all went off without a hitch (unless you count a face-making ring bearer as a hitch, but if my opinion counts, I vote "no").

After we heard them say they do, my mom wiped her tears, and I managed to exit the chapel unscathed in my glamorously high heels, we loaded up for the reception.

This consisted of drinks, dinner, cake, and clapping. Toasts were said, champagne was sipped, and my dad made everyone cry. We watched as Rose and Tommy swirled around the dance floor, we "awwwed" as Rose and her grandpa danced, and I tried my hardest to keep it together while my mom and my little brother took their turn.

It was tough.

Once the first dances were over and everyone collected themselves, my son was unleashed on the dance floor. With tux jacket and vest shed, he made his way out there with his tiny brown tie whipping around with every robot jerk and booty shake. Everyone was so surprised by his willingness to get funky, but I was just waiting until the moment the dance music played. It was spectacular.

Once the crowd started to clear and the bride and groom escaped upstairs, we sat with family members and chatted. We then went upstairs, packed up our belongings, and carried on with our lives.

Today is nothing new. It's just another day at work after a wonderful weekend. Except one little thing. I had lunch with my brother and his wife (what?) and he was wearing a wedding ring. A little band of gold that once wrapped around my grandpa's left ring finger now wraps around Tommy's. A promise of love that lasted decades for one couple is the symbol of the beginning for another. Pretty cool, if you ask me.

Yes, everything is back to normal, except for a piece of paper and a couple of rings that mean my family is one member bigger. And I love it.

Happy Tuesday, y'all!


Grace Grits and Gardening said...

Very sweet. Made me tear up a bit. That mother/son and father/daughter dance gets me every time...

Unknown said...

It's very cool.