On our wedding date, August 14, 1999, the official merging
of the Potter and Peterson families looked something like this:
One brother-in-law spent the evening in a hospital emergency
room passing a kidney stone.
One sister dropped to the floor with cramping pains and
ceased to act as the wedding photographer.
Another brother passed out condoms to guests waiting in line
to congratulate the bride and groom.
One niece hid behind the wedding cake, picking off the
candied pearls from each layer.
Things could have gone better.
However, thirteen years later, wedding day drama has long
been forgotten by everyone (except me) and we enjoying bringing both families
together. This Sunday, our dinner guests
were our parents—all four grandparents.
For dinner I served barbecue pork sandwiches topped with
coleslaw, sweet potato casserole, potato chips and grapes. Coincidentally, the day before, Grandmother
Peterson coordinated the food for two funerals at her church. So, we also ate leftover funeral potatoes and
platters of fresh fruit. For dessert, I
served blueberry cream pie and lime bars.
I regret not taking a group picture. Such gatherings with all four grandparents
are few and far between. I feel lucky to
have these four people in my life and in the lives of my children.
And tonight, thankfully, no one dropped to the floor.
Everyone was on their best behavior.
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