A Wedding

 

 To Montgomery! It was the first capitol of the Confederacy, you know. Strange to think, then, that I-85 begins there and ends in Richmond (the other Capitol of the Confederacy).

I digress. 

St. John's Episcopal church in downtown is almost 200 years old. It's a stunning building in the middle of a town trying to reinvent itself after becoming famous for some less than glamorous reasons. It is the home parish (for now) of the dear woman who married me and Sarah, Kedron Jarvis. Now it was her turn to be married. It was beautiful.

But before we went...

 

Auntie Kim sent us some clothes that H's cousins don't need any more

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 We're going to get some wear out of this one.

This is a common scene in our house these days. Keeper is sleeping. Mommy is feeding Hannah. Daddy is taking pictures. Hannah is smiling. Hannah is also about to spit up all over Mommy, hence the burp cloth at the ready.

Oh, my.

Soapbox Alert!

H is beginning to teethe so S go her a teething ring (in the bag). Do note the the amount of packing material the shippers felt was required. I'm glad they were cautious and all, but really?

Packaging!

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So, on to Montgomery. It was a good drive and Hannah, all things considered, was great. We only stopped twice each way for her. We consider it a success.

Rosa Parks and the Tuskegee Airmen and....

That's right- the original Honky Tonker Hank Williams, Sr. is from Montomery. I took a moment stare ponderously with him. 

Really, how could I not? 

Just across the street was St. John's. S and I were joined by Mr. Jason Harwell whose wife, Aunt Jana, was a Bride's Maid. The three of us took up a position near the back of the room just in case an escape was required. We did not have to wait long. The opening salvos of the entrance fanfare scared the pants off of little Miss and from then on Mommy and Daddy tag-teamed bouncy duty.

What did we expect?

During my turn, I got to speak with the wedding director of the church. The petite, and well put-together lady was eager to discuss the history of the place and was pleased to find a ready listener. The conversations was great. Here's a highlight:

Me: This place is amazing!
Her: It's almost two hundred years old! You know, Jefferson Davis worshiped here.
Caught-off-guard Me: Really? I didn't realize he was Episcopalian.
Her, with a knowing look in her eye: He wasn't. His wife was and he knew how to mind!

As I considered the irony of this (how many in the North would agree that Jeff Davis "knew how to mind?") the lady pointed to a pew that was unlike the others. His pew was still there, maintained but unchanged after all the renovation that place had seen.

Here once sat a man who knew how to choose his battles(?) Oh, the prayers he must have prayed!

It was a beautiful ceremony and the bride and groom seem built to last. I'd wish them luck, but I don't think they need it. The reception was a complete success. We had breakfast with the Harwells on the way out of town the next day and they gave us all the details. I'll not go into it now- let's just say the bases were covered.

A good time was had by all...

And Kedron got to meet Hannah, 3 1/2 years after officiating our wedding

The trip home was as uneventful (relatively) as the trip there. A stop is necessary every now and then, though. We chose a quiet spot among the pear blossoms.

Nothing to do but stop and feed the baby.

It's a beautiful time to be in the South. Sweater weather and the flowers are all blooming. Wish you were here!