Continued

The prime rib I had at The Depot was very good, as well the turtle cheesecake I had for desert. Unfortunately, there had been a request by Ron for a quartet to sing "Bless Them Lord" after dinner. With full stomachs and no warm up the quartet (who shall remain nameless), didn't sound very good. Following introductions, speeches, a slide show, and the quartet, Eric capped off the evening with his rendition of "The Things You Don't Say To Your Wife".

Sunday morning we were a little worried if the wedding would go as planned. Ron was up most of the night very sick. Dr. Randy rushed to the scene and prescribed treatment. By noon he was feeling much better and made it to church in plenty of time to get married. There was Gatorade by his seat, and the best man was alert for any wavering.

The "middle-aged" bridesmaids all looked nice in periwinkle blue, especially the old farmers' lovely wife. No chuckles were heard as they strolled down the aisle. The reception was large and the food good; pulled pork sandwiches, pasta salad, and brownies and ice cream.
And then it was over.

And Jesus answering said unto them, They that are whole need not a physician; but they that are sick.
Luke 5:31