I am peopled out at the moment. After spending the second weekend in less than a month down in South Carolina it is good to get back to the cool, quiet mountains.
We decided to take the scenic route south this time. The road we chose ended up not being very pretty so we got back on I-26 only to get into some mysterious slowdown for miles. We found an exit that had a Burger King and got off since it was almost lunch time. We decided if we just took that road we could avoid going through Columbia where it is very congested. To make a long report short, we got hung up in two separate sections of road construction and the trip ended up taking us six hours.
The event this time was the wedding of granddaughter Rachel to Derek Parker. For those of you who have been following our saga for many years you are probably scratching your head and thinking she is already married. She was married five years ago to a Marine and sadly, it did not end well.
She met Derek while she was still in the Navy because he worked on helicopters just like she did in San Diego. After her divorce and they both finished with the Navy they became close. He is from Colorado and moved to the Charleston area last summer to court Rachel. In my opinion, that was quite a supreme sacrifice — weather wise.
The small wedding was held in Robyn and Jason’s backyard in Foxbank Plantation. They made a faux beach area with white sand along the tree line. The groom assembled a lovely driftwood arch for the backdrop. The wedding party walked up a white sand path which will possibly kill the grass in that area before they get it all cleaned up, but that is what the couple wanted.
The bridesmaids were the sisters of the bride. Rebekah got to be the matron of honor since she came the farthest. She landed from California at 11 p.m. on Friday and night and was back on the plane headed west at 8:30 a.m. on Sunday. She would have stayed longer but she had a college class final on Monday and couldn’t miss it.
She brought along her delightful 6-month-old daughter, Madeleine, for us to meet. (Her husband and 3-year-old daughter stayed at home this trip.) I was the designated entertainer of our great granddaughter, while the rehearsal, and wedding and reception were going on. I was pleased at the honor, but at the same time exhausted from not being used to holding 15 extra wiggling pounds for hours on end.
White chairs were set in rows for the ceremony and moved to round tables on the lawn for the reception. The patio was decorated with lights strung from tulle (not tools) covered poles set in buckets from Lowe’s where the bride is currently working.
Jason, the father of the bride, came home from his assignment with the National Guard in Washington, D.C. to perform the ceremony. He has three more months to serve up there and then he should be home with this family in South Carolina. What was to have been a six-month deployment has turned out to be 18 long months.
We stayed with our former neighbors, Ann and Larry Rocco, over in Del Webb since the kids already had a house full of wedding guests. Besides, it gave us a chance to visit with a few of our old neighbors while we were there. Many on the street had already left to escape the hot season, or were about to leave.
When we left on Sunday afternoon it was 103 degrees. In three hours, 15 minutes we were back home where it was a pleasant 85 degrees. What a difference!