Over Memorial Day weekend I got to travel to Bloomington, Indiana to spend blessed time with family and my folks as we celebrated a new addition to the Bartlett family: a new cousin and his son! My cousin Annie found a tall, caring, funny, smart, musical, wonderful man to call “husband” (but I’m pretty sure she’ll never address him as such, because that’d be a little out of character).
A wedding truly is an art. Or a piece of music. Some people go for a Mozart feel, some for a Rachmaninoff feel, and some a Gershwin. Some go for Paul Simon. The trick is figuring out the perfect match for the perfect couple. Annie and Jim definitely fit the bill at their barnyard wedding with a bluegrass band. The bride wore a vintage dress with a wreath in her hair, and the groom dressed smart in a white suit. They danced to “Pretty Flowers“, a banjo song (written by Steve Martin). Instead of a DJ playing the top hits and Rock’n’Roll classics, the guests were led in some square-dances.
The father of the groom sang impromptu with the band. The father of the bride gave one of the sweetest and funniest toasts I’ve ever heard. There were 15 cakes of various flavors (my favorite was Mexican Chocolate). Meatballs were on the menu. Children, friends, parents, …all had a fabulous time celebrating the love these two have for each other.
They danced late into the night, perfecting the craft of “having a good time”.
To continue with the lovely “old-timey” feel of the weekend, some family and I spent Memorial Day in Nashville, IN, where we tasted slow-churned home-made ice cream, walked the streets of an adorable town, visited the local art museum, and ate fried rolls with home-made apple butter (well, they did, I didn’t).