With a Blue Heeler as Ring Bearer

[imgbelt img=theweddingbeast320.jpg]One year after the 20-year high school reunion, a couple of classmates become lifemates in rural Texas. Break out the Dr. Pepper!

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dark incident at the Wal-Mart back in December ’93. A lot’s changed since then. In those days, the trees were scrawnier and my bangs much taller. As one of my friends says, much credit to ozone depletion should be given to us Texas gals and our hairspray. (Not sure if anyone has thought to guilt us all into carbon credits to offset our ‘80s and early ‘90s Aqua Net use, but it’s a thought.)
 
Seeing as I’ve been a friend of the bride since the mid-‘70s (she’s got a photo of us in our Brownie troop gear as proof), there was nothing short of a rising creek or a tornado that would have prevented me from attending this particular ceremony. A few days later, the stealth hurricane christened “Hermine” would deliver both to the area, but for her wedding, Tisha scored the prettiest day imaginable. Mother Nature, it seems, gave her blessing to the union from the get-go.

So did many of our fellow classmates, a few of whom were in attendance at the nuptials. You see, the bride and groom reconnected at our twenty-year high school reunion and promptly fell in love last summer. One of our friends even photographed their first dance, not realizing that sparks were already flying between the two. Over the last year (and thanks to Facebook), we’ve been able to tune in to the story from around the world, Australia to Austin.
 
my fair share of country weddings. The one last weekend, however, proved to be among the most authentic and distinctive yet. There was a giant smoker full of brisket, a Blue Heeler named “Cedar” who served as the ring bearer, and a seal-the-deal kiss made discretely behind the groom’s hat. The reception location? A rodeo arena “back in town,” where the ubiquitous sherbet punch–a mainstay of southern celebrations for eons (or, at least since refrigeration)–was served alongside ice-cold Dr. Pepper.
 
Honestly, I can’t imagine any wedding more “country” than that. Nor can I imagine a better way to have spent that one particular golden afternoon in September.
 
Here’s to the happy couple–and a solid forty or so years of “happily ever after” in the country.

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