Hey,
it’s cold outside. What in the world
just happened? Well, I guess it had
something to do with the rain that came through yesterday that almost caused
the outdoor wedding I was performing to be moved inside. The bride was determined, however, to be
married outside, so hotel officials wiped down the chairs and guests
tentatively filed onto the Promenade Lawn of the San Luis Hotel. We got the wedding in with no trouble, save
just a little bit of rain. There was an
“almost incident” involving one of the two little flower girls, a
three-year-old. For some reason she kept
balking at performing her duties. Her
Dad was one of the groomsmen, so he encouraged her to just walk down the aisle
to him. Still uncertainty. Finally someone actually listened to the
little sprout. Seems she thought her
Daddy was going to marry the bride-to-be and leave her and Mommy and brand new
baby brother. That misunderstanding
settled, she did completely fine the rest of the way.
Day
Two of the VSW Reunion (Vaughan/Spray/Winkle)
is in the books as well. Many hours were
spent yesterday watching Wayne pore over his computer, agonizingly searching
for the best deals on flights and train tickets and bus tickets and cruise line
offerings. At last a decision was
reached. Just kidding. “But we could do this.” “Oh, wait.
Here’s a price if we go here instead of there.” “If we fly all the way to this airport and
float on the boat back …” “Going on the
cruise first lets us …” I’m not real sure
what has happened on the Alaska cruise planning front, but I do know this … we
have had a great time celebrating KayLynn’s birthday. Over and over and over and over.
I
think we sang to her three or maybe four times when planning got just too
intense for us to stand the pressure.
Something had to give. I was
banished to the far back seat of the vehicle so Chris and Sheri could engage in
the Battle of the Buckles every time we went somewhere. Lunch at Shrimp and Stuff was wonderful, as
usual. A totally random couple at a
nearby table somehow found out that it was KayLynn’s birthday and called out
their best wishes to her. We sang to her
there. I was pretty sure KayLynn missed
me terribly for the hour or so I was missing at the wedding, so as soon as I
walked in the front door I belted out a quick Happy Birthday chorus. I was fairly certain that I had missed at
least one rendition while I was gone, and I didn’t want her to think I had
forgotten her (although I did text Chris
right before we started and asked her to wish KayLynn a wonderful birthday from
me. She said KayLynn was asleep at the
time, obviously worn out from all the festivities surrounding her celebratory
weekend).
Once
I got out of my monkey suit, we headed out for supper (Yes, I was once again relegated to the far back seat, but by this time
I had grown accustomed, nay, quite comfortable even, to its confines). This time we went to The Mosquito Café. Sadly, they had no kitchen capacity for
frying seafood, so Wayne was somewhat sorely disappointed. He visibly rallied, however, when we sang
Happy Birthday to KayLynn. I’m not so
sure how comfortable the denizens of that particular establishment were with
our birthday antics. But, hey, KayLynn
is certainly worth a little discomfort among the upper society snuff.
After
supper we made our way downtown to take in a little of the Galveston Island Art
Walk night life. We stopped in front of
one of the random street musicians and danced to a little “Twist and Shout.” Chris even joined me, as did a more than slightly
inebriated gentleman nearby. And can you
believe it? The street musician suddenly
stopped his performance and led the entire bustling crown in a rousing
rendition of none other than … “Happy Birthday to KayLynn.” Imagine that.
OK, OK. It didn’t hurt that the
random street musician happened to moonlight at another job … worship pastor at
Seaside. But that doesn’t mean the
birthday sentiment was any less appreciated.
Leaving Jim to continue his entertainment sequence we went across the
street to Mod’s Coffee Shop for some hot chocolate or chai latte (Whatever that is. Say it three times quickly in a Hebrew accent)
or hot tea. Cary also bought a slab of
some kind of coffee cake. And to our
surprise, guess what he did at the table?
What an incredibly loving husband.
He led us all in singing Happy Birthday to his lovely wife,
KayLynn. And by the time we finished,
the entire coffee house had joined in.
What a surprise to us all. Great husbanding
job there, Cary.
We finally
made our way back to the car and back to our house. And what should be waiting for us there on
the counter? Some leftover KayLynn birthday
cake. Well, come on now, wouldn’t you? We sang Happy Birthday one last time to
KayLynn.
Hebrews
1:10-12 says, “He also says, ‘In the
beginning, O Lord, you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are
the work of your hands. They will
perish, but you remain; they will all wear out like a garment. You will roll them up like a robe; like a
garment they will be changed. But you
remain the same, and your years will never end.’”
Father,
thank you for birthdays. Especially the
kind that last all weekend. Amen.
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