The Little White Church – Farm and Dairy

There is a website that tells me to the day how much time is left until our baby’s wedding. Of course, I say “our baby” as if she were two instead of 22. Still, as most parents can attest from classic, tearful children’s fiction, “as long as I live, my baby will be you.”

In preparation for the wedding, GirlWonder and I criss-crossed the country for the “perfect” vintage centerpiece arrangements. Economical of course. You are perfect. Everything is perfect if you ask me. We’re in the middle of bridal shower planning, have guests coming to our house, and are still not entirely sure if the bridesmaid dresses (second time) will arrive on time.

With that in mind, the wedding dress finally arrived last week. It was ordered six months early but of course supply chain issues. Eventually all we knew was that it was somewhere in Houston. My best friend and I were ready for a road trip but the delivery came through.

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Meanwhile, Girlwonder, the anti-bridezilla, smiled and said, “It’ll be alright.” She focuses more on law school than wedding cleaning most days. She has summer vacation and Christmas vacation planned, and enlists the help of an extremely capable maid of honor and a bevy of bridesmaids.

I won’t pretend I wasn’t worried. I was very worried. I know the only thing my beautiful daughter chose so carefully was “the dress”. Still, I was amazed at how calm she was, even as I mentally wondered who we might know who might be about her size and might have a wedding dress of their own to rent.

It’s been a year, you know. items are missing. Orders are delayed. Appointments are hard to get. Venues are either closed (pandemic outage) or fully booked (pandemic recovery). However, as time progressed and was prayed for, most things fell (somewhat) into place.

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Choosing the reception location was a process. It took me some time to explain to the young couple that having the wedding ceremony in one place and the reception in another is a perfectly acceptable way of hosting a wedding. The rise of all-in-one venues had meant that they essentially only experienced weddings where everything happened in one place. By the way, they are absolutely stunning. I can certainly understand the appeal.

Also very popular is barn weddings, which generally don’t look like barns and are absolutely stunning. I absolutely loved some of the beautiful barns available for weddings.

That said, as someone who actually grew up with a barn – albeit a big, dusty one with lots of nooks and crannies and a fair share of raccoons – I think GirlWonder just couldn’t quite get the idea. But admire it for other people.

‘The kids’ (yes I know they are grown and about to get married but treat yourself) chose a very nice wedding reception room which is decidedly ‘old school’ as the kids say these days. Ample parking, large room, indoor plumbing, dance floor and all. Everything old is new again.

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The bigger challenge initially seemed to be the location of the ceremony. People have tried. Their hearts are so willing and giving. Subway parks, pavilions, city parks, open country, small rustic chapels in the woods, and our own front yard have all been proposed—and rejected.

Our front yard came closest to making the cut until we realized the parking wasn’t enough for so many visitors, and it didn’t sound like very much fun pulling guests’ cars out of the front field when it was raining. As proposals swirled around on planning day, GirlWonder simply said she knew where she wanted to get married – “our” church. Oh. Naturally. How could I not think of that?

There we suggested places to get married here, there and everywhere. All along there was a little white church with a sense of community waiting to be asked. Some places are just touchstones for the important points in life. For GirlWonder, it’s that little white church at the end of our street. By no means do we have a perfect presence; However, we have our favorite bank.

This simple church has seen us through Sunday services for high school graduation, choir, Eagle Scout ceremonies and more. I feel silly we ever considered going anywhere else.

Then again, we didn’t, not really. So many good sites were rejected outright when they are clearly perfect – for someone else. So, in a short time, the church our children grew up in will be the site of our baby’s wedding, proving that time flies but strong roots remain.

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