| 9/27/2005 |
GOING TO THE CHAPEL
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We married off the "perpetual bachelor" on Saturday. I heard that phrase a few times during the course of the evening. He has the privilege to be one of the last from my high school group of friends to pair off.
 Del has known his new wife, Kim, off and on for a long time. Even though they went to the same school, different years and different classes didn't allow for them to mingle much.
Looking at the wedding program I was reminded of stories I'd forgotten. Kim worked with another friend of ours, Charity. Del had asked Kim to Prom, but she was very shy at the time and decided not to go. Both active in their church they would see each other frequently. After high school Del moved to Omaha and Kim moved to another state to go to college.
Del was still living in Omaha, when Kim moved to town to attend graduate school. She ran into Del's sister, Sherry, at a local gym. The made plans to get together later and catch-up on lost time. Del shared a duplex with his sister, so when Kim got together with Sherry, Del was there.
As time went on they began to date and finally engaged in December of 2004.
On September 24, 2005 Del & Kim started their life as husband and wife.
 The night was special for everyone. It was a chance to catch up with one another. I consider myself very lucky to still be friends with so many people from my high school years. The memories came back to us as easy as ever. No matter how long it's been since we've seen each other, we can always pick up where we left off, quickly catch up, and be off and running again. You know how I enjoy hanging out with Angie and Charity, in particular. They always makes me laugh like a dork.
 We reminisced about old times. Risking our lives for cheap road thrills. Losing hubcaps. "Borrowing" stop signs. Showing off photos of kids. New stories of new jobs. New stories of new loves. Listening to the wedding DJ play every 70s and 80s soundtrack every created. Laughing at ourselves because we know all the words all too well. A dance is shared to the tunes we've danced to so many times before.
 Somehow there is always congo line... and somehow I'm always in it.
 The night ends as it always does. Pictures. Hugging. Laughing on the way out the door to our respective cars. Promising to get together soon. Double checking phone numbers. Going home and uploading pictures, and reliving memories that are barely an hour old. |
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I posted this @ 9/27/2005 12:43:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
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