Going to the Chapel

We were guests at a wedding last night. It was a fun, festive time - quite a sizeable wedding. We are long time friends of the Bride’s family, and as such, I had access to the bridal “getting-ready” room. I walked in, and the Bride was beaming, beautiful, and in control. The Bride’s Sister, the maid of honor, beautiful in her own right, was crying and smiling. Dad of the Bride wiped his own tears while calmly managing all the emotions of the women in his household. Mom of the Bride was teary, smiling, organized and checking her list twice, all the while, hugging and kissing her girls and her husband. The young Flower Girl and the Bride’s attendants were absolutely lovely, smiling and ready. Flower Girl is the youngest daughter of another couple who, in their youth, actually introduced the parents of the Bride to each other – and this young Bride has been practically raised like an older sister to this little Flower Girl. The young Ring Bearer, nephew of the Groom, was gorgeous, in that polished and prepared manner that 6 year old little men carry about them. With quiet dignity, Ring Bearer was even carrying (gasp!) a teddy bear, to which the wedding rings were secured.

At once, the time was nigh. Everyone glided into place. The beautiful Bride sprayed her hair once more, then did some goofy stuff while I took pictures, just biding time while everyone else arrived at their appointed places.

Mom stops me from going to take my seat. “Janie, will you please make sure the train of her dress is just right as her Daddy walks her down the aisle?”

I am honored – not only to hold the train of her dress, but to know this family. How long have I known this young lady – since before she was two or three? I can’t remember not ever knowing she and her sister. These girls captured my heart from the first time I ever saw them. I’ve watched them grow and mature into beautiful young ladies. I’m aging myself here, but you get it - we’ve walked beside this family, and enjoyed their friendship, for many years.

The wedding march begins. The Bride, beaming up at her Daddy, takes his arm and floats out of the room. The train of her dress is straight and flowing freely. She proudly, beautifully, walks up to her Groom, himself a man of excellence. He awaits her, elegant in his military uniform, smiling at his Bride. The wedding is performed. As the pastor prays over the couple, the Bride and Groom face each other, and their foreheads touch throughout the prayer. The kiss is one of those extended ones, inspiring subsequent whooping and laughter.

MLH nudges me, and I slip out of my seat, readying myself to take some more candid shots during the couple’s walk down the aisle. The Bride and Groom walk past me as I snap some shots. I remained focused on the walkway, and through my zoom lens, I see the Flower Girl as she’s coming down the aisle behind the Bride and Groom. She is openly sobbing. This little one runs straight into my arms, and I’m having to encourage her to breathe, to calm down, that it’s all right – by now, tears streaming down my face, as well. I’m a little taken aback - and then I get it. The Bride and Groom will soon be stationed outside the U.S., come March. At some point during the wedding, Flower Girl added up the sum of the parts, and everything has come to light. Moments pass, and the Bride realizes what’s going on. Quickly, little Flower Girl is enveloped in the arms of the Bride and calmed down.

The Flower Girl’s dad had grilled steaks and chicken, and a most excellent supper was served. After pictures, the Bride danced the first dance with her Groom. Then, the Bride danced with her Dad. Both father and daughter cried. Beautiful. The Groom danced with his mom. And then, the band really rang out, and a wedding party ensued. The parents danced. Couples danced. Little kids danced. The garter and bouquet were thrown and caught.

As we are readying to leave, the Bride and Groom see us, and grab MLH and I. We are ushered back into the bridal ready room, and the door is shut behind us. The Bride looks at us, as only she can, and asks us to pray over them. We were humbly honored. We pray for them, speak blessings over them, hug them, and walk out to the parking lot.

It was a beautiful night for a wedding.

Saturday...in the House...

It’s a beautiful day in West Texas…cold and crisp, with blue skies and the sun trying to push aside the gray clouds. Diffused light pours into the living room through the shutters. I’ve been visiting with a girlfriend on the phone, just laughing, sharing stories, and seeking the Lord about some matters.

It’s the Saturday of a long weekend. Part of me doesn’t even want to get dressed and get going. My husband is way west, working on one of the leases. One of our good friends is finalizing the tail end details of our duplex renovation, and insists he doesn’t need my assistance. A long list of errands and chores keep pulling at me. But Zack, our wonder dog, lays beside my chaise lounge on his big chair, sighing, snuffling and finally, snoring.

James Taylor softly croons in the background.

It’s peaceful around here.

I’ll get out and go do those errands… tomorrow.

Get You Some Happyness!

Happy anniversary to us! We’ve had a great couple of days since last post. Our anniversary was yesterday – we ran a few errands, went to lunch. Then we met friends at the new Will and Jaden Smith movie, The Pursuit of Happyness. Later, we went to one of our favorite restaurants, the Garlic Press. If you’ve not visited the GP, please give it a try. The food is awesome. We had a delightful afternoon, and evening, with each other, and with friends.

Back to “Happyness”…we liked this film, a lot. The story deals with the daily ins and outs of a strong father-son relationship inundated with hardship. Mom leaves, dad and son have to go it alone. Hard things. Eviction. IRS garnishment. Stout stuff singly – much more as a parent.

MLH and I both have been married previously, so a lot of things hit home. But if I were giving a review, I’d say, “Hie thee unto the theatre – post haste!” Will Smith is an excellent actor…but little Jaden steals this film. He is such a natural.

Usually, I’m a sucker for a film like this…but yesterday, I was not alone. The almost full theatre spontaneously erupted in applause at the end of the movie.

Go. Go! Buy tickets. Buy popcorn. Watch all the trashy pre-movie stuff (or visit with your friends.) Then, sit back, and enjoy.

You might just learn to spell happyness in a whole new way.

The Children

Meet Roxy, at age 3 1/2 weeks.

Christmas Day around our house (or, I should say, not much time spent at our house) was an eventful day. Big family = big day, made successful only by major coordination. Elder Son played guitar Christmas Eve in a church in O’Donnell, Texas, and then spent the night there. ETA our house scheduled for 11 a.m. Younger Son had early Christmas morning breakfast and packages at his mom’s house, ETA same as Elder Son.

Due to circumstances beyond their control, neither son made it on time. TTA (true time of arrival) was around 12:30 p.m. for both, leaving us exactly 30 minutes to open packages, enjoy, and load up and go to the in-laws’ house for lunch. Younger Son received a new American Deluxe Telecaster for Christmas, and MLH received a new Fender deluxe tube amp…so, out came the cords & guitars, all three of my guys plugged in, and started jamming. I had to grab the camera, because times like that demand preservation.

Needless to say, we were about twenty minutes late to Mom’s. Another couple was running late, so all was good. We had a great time visiting with family and friends, and time just sped by.

It was time to head to my brother’s house in Big Spring! We left town at 4:20 p.m., and had supper there. Mexican dinner – green beef enchiladas, homemade tamales, and homemade salsa – it doesn’t get any better than that, unless maybe you were with Eric.

Then we had our crazy stocking exchange game, which was fun. And then…we adults bowled with my nephews’ new Nintendo WII system. Toys are for…adults! My brother and my husband made huge fun of my bad bowling form…they were agreeing on things such as “Janie bowls with the WII just like she bowls for real – she walks up to the line and chunks the ball.” Whatever, men!! I bowled strikes! Form, schmorm…it’s the score that counts, right!

And then, Elder Son begs us to go help him pick out two pups from a litter of pups Zack, our German Shorthair Pointer, fathered. MLH is really gifted at choosing hunting dogs, and Elder Son wanted to tap his expertise. It is cold and MLH has been a little under the weather; however, choosing hunting pups is important. So, at 8pm, we head to Coahoma. By flashlight, five fat-bellied bird dog pups attack us, tumbling over our shoes, each other, and chasing shoelaces. They are so cute! We pick two, and Elder Son loads them in his pickup, headed 3 hours north to his deer lease. No crates, no box, just leashes, collars, and puppy food. (By phone, I had tried to ready him early Christmas Eve, advising him what to buy while PetSmart was still open.) He thinks he’s prepared, “Mom, I’m good, I’ve got it handled.” MLH and I look at each other, smiling while skeptical. We head back to Midland with Younger Son.

An hour later, Elder Son’s called us at least four times. He’s coming into Post, after stopping numerous times – one of the pups is carsick. He’s stopping at a car wash to clean it all up. It’s going to be a long night for this young man. MLH and I look at each other and smile. Parenthood. It’s good Elder Son learns it now. We get back to Midland, and go to bed. At 11:16 p.m., I’m asleep. My phone rings, jarring me awake. It’s Elder Son again – half scared, half-adrenaline.

“Mom, I just hit a huge buck. I’m good, Mom. Really. My truck’s okay, the pups are okay, but the deer is dead.” Thank God for front replacement bumpers. I hate it that the buck had to die that way, but I’m thankful the Elder Son’s okay. He’s about 30 minutes from the deer lease, and the puppies (now named Roxy and Rusty) have settled down and are sleeping.

Tuesday update: Roxy and Rusty are doing well, eating and traveling well. Elder Son said whenever they’re on the ground, they’ve got their noses down, hunting. Roxy already went on a hard point. Elder Son is very excited about these dogs and their hunting ability. Boys and pups are now heading into Lubbock for their first vet check, shots, and … dog crates.

It was a great Christmas. I’m thankful – for the gift of Jesus, and family, and pups...and front replacement bumpers.

Who knows?

Why do I read blogs?

My husband says I read blogs to calm down after a hard day’s work. I don’t know about that, but I’m open. Many of you write really well and I enjoy reading your words and hearing about your lives (May be an element of curiosity?). Many times, I read about the most newsworthy things on your blog. I’m not good at TV (though I do miss Katie Couric on the Today show, when I left late enough to see it…), and I love to read a good book. But why do I read blogs? I’ll have to think about it, and I’ll get back to you.

A Different View on Bird Hunting

Meet Zack! Zack is one of the joys of our lives. He is a loving, caring dog, who is definitely tuned into the habits of birds. He will climb a tree in search of a bird - and it is a daily ritual when he's home, and not in training! He is usually well-mannered, but is high-spirited by nature (I think I just contradicted myself). He loves to run. Loves people. Loves all dogs. Has never met a stranger. Loves to take stuffed animals apart by the seam (with his teeth and without tearing the fabric, and totally remove all their innards…but if he can get the squeaker out of the toy, he’s done.). Thanks to MLH, Zack loves, loves, loves ice cream sandwiches.

In the field, the Zackster’s in a totally different zone. The boy is all business. We tease our trainer that Zack does not even blink his eyes when he's "at work". The boy goes on hard point and holds until given the word. Shoot a pheasant, quail, or chukkar? Zack will bring it to you totally intact and lay it in your hand. Miss your shot? He gives you a look like, "I can't believe you did that!"

And yes, that is...his chair.

What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?

Your Christmas is Most Like: A Christmas Story

Loving, fun, and totally crazy.Don't shoot your eye out!

What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?