Weavie and Wendy's wedding, Part V

Our neighbor, Greg Owens, is a photographer. Weavie and Wendy signed a contract with him when they visited in July. I had thought Jimmy and Tanya had casually mentioned him as they walked with the engaged couple from our house to theirs. Not so. W and W had already done online research and came to town determined to search out this particular photographer! Imagine everyone's surprise when the subject came up right by his house way out in the country! He posted fifteen photos on facebook last night as, what he calls, teasers. I hope he'll consider it good advertising if I share some of them with you.





Wendy's father, Terry Anderson, escorts her to meet her groom. Didn't the tree lights look wonderful? (The bride too, of course!)




It didn't look this dark to me during the ceremony. I thought I was also posting another picture of this scene closer up. I will have to do that in a minute because I love how the minister, Weavie's brother, Spud, (Kevin in the professional world) is laughing.






This wonderful picture shows the boys from the neighborhood all grown up! From left to right we have Rue (Carroll Brantley), Weavie (Steve Cottrell), Spud (Kevin Cottrell), and Bo (Jimmy Johnson)! Rue, Spud, and Jimmy were talking and laughing so sicced the photographer on them - and then I went in search of the groom. I hope the guest from Baton Rouge will forgive me for snatching him away but I HAD to have this picture! (Nickname explanations: RUE - his sister called him K-Rue when be was little because she couldn't pronounce Carroll; WEAVIE - same sort of origination - Kevin could not say Stevie correctly; SPUD - so called by a neighborbor because of the number of Spudnuts (El Dorado's version of doughnuts) the kid could put away when he was little; BO - a shortening of Jimbo, what I have called my baby boy for years.

During the week, as people have been coming and going, Zucchini made herself very popular. Wendy had been disappointed not to meet our dogs when she was in town in July but Tom had boarded them because we had so much going on and were out of town for several days. (Jenny's move from Atlanta, then Julie's surgery, and Jimmy's birthday) She made much of both dogs when she got here this time but Candy was not given free-rein of the territory the way Zucci was; we knew the damage she could do if the decided to rearrange the decorations. We suggested putting Zucchini in the house Friday night for the rehearsal but that idea was quickly vetoed. As a result, she was the official greeter and joined the groomsment during the practice. The first thing Wendy said to me after she finished rehearsing was, "We want Zucchini to come to the wedding!" I am not sure if she actually joined the wedding party during the ceremony; Jenny had a coughing spell and I was concerned about her as she snuck off into the bushes, holding Hattie, so as not to disturb anyone. Tom did not notice Zucci either but DanMan swears she was wandering around up there making sure everything was done correctly! I guess she figured that, since she had been invited, she really ought to join in the festivities at the reception too!