What I Wore to the School House Wedding
When the older woman gets asked to be in the wedding, it’s going to make her feel honored and also, not surprisingly, older. My sweet Bekah, the one that’s been with me since her sophomore year, little sister who’s cried with me and held my babies and helped me move from house to house, she up and fell in love with an amazing guy.
So this past weekend, I drove deep into Arkansas and got to be in the cutest wedding I’ve ever seen. I met a goat named Lester who loves to eat Lifesavers.
I was ten years older than this spunky group of gorgeous gals, and I caught myself wondering if I was still cool and then I caught myself with spitup inside my shoe, so I thought it best to not ask questions like that.
We drank home brew, and I laughed so hard with sparkly-eyed groomsmen, so much light and funny let out in young men, aware of their brother status. I watched a daddy walk his little girl down the isle. I watched him hold back a dam of tears, a family being born.
It was absolutely one of the most beautiful days ever, a school house yard wedding, a true-waisted skirt, a skinny belt, a pair of peepy flats, a cardi, and an updo for a different time.
I’ve never not felt from a different time. Do we all feel this way?
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