They say a picture paints a thousand words but sometimes it hides them instead.
Take this photo of Husband and I, at a wedding we attended in Charleston, South Carolina, this time last year …
Don’t we look happy? The perfect couple.
Except we weren’t. The whole trip had a funny, stilted cloud over it that I just couldn’t put my finger on.
I know why now.
But the wedding itself was awesome. Nothing stilted about a Southern wedding. I loved every minute of it. I’m so glad we went.
I cried as the groom said his vows under a grand, old tree beside the banks of the Stono River. The Southern grub served for dinner was delicious. The Bourbon lemonade was lethal. The dancing was a hoot. It was brilliant catching up with our old friends. The bride was gorgeous.
I will leave you with some more snaps of the day, just in case you missed them the first time around …
Pre-wedding alcoholic lemonade and chippies.
The pre-wedding snack table and band
Another jazz band shot.
The groom and celebrant.
The bridge and her daddy.
They set up a typewriter for people to type messages to the happy couple. Cute!
It’s not a Southern wedding without tea – with a shot of bourbon? – in glass jars
Appetizers included pimento cheese dip with pork scratchings, okra and spicy sausage on bikkies and smoked chicken on scones.
Kylie and Abi do the bridal waltz
My dinner – rubbed chicken, macaroni cheese and collards greens.
Do you love weddings?