Have you ever thought about the fact that your family has it’s own culture? I tend to think of culture in the broad sense…as in Native American culture, Southern culture, Western culture, etc.
One of Webster’s definitions of culture is...the characteristic features of everyday existence shared by people in a place or time.
Every family has it’s own culture. Some good…some bad…(we’re dwelling on the good here)…things like Friday night pizza night, a specific holiday menu, extended family weekend at the lake, cousin sleepovers at the grandparents house and in this case…
My two oldest girls, Courtney and Kaleigh are 2 1/2 years apart. Growing up they were as different as night and day. Yet sometime during their late teens/early twenties they began to look more alike. People began having a hard time telling them apart.
They would go through spurts of looking alike then one of them, usually Kaleigh, would cut or color her hair and then friends would say…“Oh, good. Now I know which one is which”.
While they have so much in common and love many of the same things, I realized early in the wedding planning process with daughter #2 that wedding #2 would in no way, shape or form resemble wedding #1.
It was an unwritten/unspoken rule that we would be avoiding those things which looked too much like wedding #1.
We had from 10:00 am until midnight to unload numerous trucks, cars and trailers with wedding paraphernalia, set up the ceremony, decorate the tables, have the rehearsal, host the rehearsal lunch, clean up the rehearsal lunch, relax if possible, dress for the wedding, have a wedding, a reception and then break everything down, load up and head home.
And believe it or not…we did it! With an hour to spare.
Amazed with how great they turned out (though I shouldn’t be), overwhelmed with the emotions that return as I look back over the visual proof of the day and overwhelmed with the almost impossible task of deciding which ones to print, which ones to enlarge and which ones to share.
I decided to start the sharing process with my favorite pic from the wedding day.
Isn’t this photo awesome? I love it!
Before you start thinking the train was photo-shopped in…it wasn’t.
And I’ve got proof.