This engagement was between two of the largest families I’ve ever known, and though the ceremony was outside and could accommodate lots of friends, and family, the reception hall was another story.
The garden ceremony should feel familiar to you, the creek, the stage, everything was almost identical to its predecessor, only a few months before. But I do remember a lot of purple. Purple bridesmaids dresses, purple flowers, for all I know there could have been purple food.
What I remember most was that there was this young guy at the wedding wearing one of those tuxedo t-shirts, I thought it was pretty dumb at first, but it got more funny as time passed. What I didn’t know was that we were only weeks away from becoming good friends. It was this Summer that the newlyweds became directors of a camp, the same camp that tuxedo shirt boy worked at, and not long after the wedding I received a call that would change my life forever.
The camp was in desperate need of counselors, and though I was unusually young to be a counselor, they knew I would be up to the task. The five Summers that followed were some of the best times of my life, I gained so many friends from this union of two souls, and so many more wedding invitations were only to come.
Just A Small Town Girl 