(The bible I carried down the aisle)
(Husband Giving Me the Raspberry)
Love conquers all, I thought, and maintained a steady course. Obviously these people weren't as enthusiastic about our union as I had hoped, but I tried not to take it personally. It would take many more variations on that theme before I fully realized my inherent unacceptability. All that weighing of worth is entirely subjective criteria with humans, depending on what's impressive to them. It isn't like birds, where bright plumage and a snappy trill would do the trick. Had that been the case, I should have "wow"ed them.
In any case we endured the service and sped off on our Blue Ridge honeymoon in Husband's '51 Ford sedan, which still sits in the barn. Alone at last. The mountains were pretty and we were in love. We came home via Appomatox Court House, where the South surrendered, and oddly where we ran into Mother-in-Law (she was coincidentally on a woman's club trek). What are the chances, I thought, that so adept a damper should snuff out the sizzle of Love's free romp through the fields of Lee's defeat. Check and checkmate, well done, worthy opponent.
All acrimony aside, all we have are memories now, so I should pretty them up I guess. They were great people who helped our family learn how to live by example and who, though flawed, maintained a love of the higher life of the mind. We still strive not to disappoint here on Waverly Lane.
(One of Our Magnolia Blossoms)