I’ve talked about my son’s wedding until everyone (I’m sure) is tired of hearing about it. LOL It went off without a hitch last Friday, which is why the lovely and talented Vonnie Davis posted in my place. So here I am in her place, pondering how to combine Lost in America or Rebel Without a Cause with a wedding.
Then it occurred to me that rebels seem to run in my family. Maybe not conscious rebels but rebels nonetheless. My mom went against her parents’ wishes and at nineteen married an army air force man six years older than she. While most girls in my high school class graduated one weekend and got married the next, I went to college (the first in my family), taught elementary school for several years then married. My son is thirty-eight, long past the time his buddies married. He waited a long time for Ms. Right and finally found her. Instead of getting married in a church, they decided to get married on the beach. Now Arizona (where she’s from and where they live) isn’t exactly known for beach weddings. So they went against the custom of marrying in the bride’s hometown and came to ours.
A little rebellion being spread around?