MaLinda and I went to Kerrville last weekend for my oldest grandson’s marriage.
Micah married a beautiful girl - an Aggie by the way - who was smart and organized.
She ran the wedding flawlessly with a small army of parents, sisters, friends, in-laws and, of course, parents.
I would have mentioned grandparents, but our role was fortunately limited to showing up and being on time doing that.
I will point out we did appear before the deadline for the rehearsal.
I can’t say the same about the wedding the next day.
The church was less than five minutes from the hotel we stayed in.
MaLinda was getting texts from my son about our whereabouts as the anointed hour rapidly approached.
Charitably and somewhat accurately put, we had a number of wardrobe malfunctions.
The pants I chose were not the pants that made the trip from Bay City to Kerrville.
Those pants at Kerrville fit a much younger me. The pants I went with required a change in jackets and tie.
MaLinda also had some wardrobe issues that I don’t have the security clearance to describe.
We actually gave ourselves plenty of time – and we needed every bit of it to make it to the church doors five minutes before the grand entrance.
As we arrived, my son was giving me a look that I must have given him four decades ago in that very city.
My grandson and three other grandchildren were glad to see us and sympathetic with us being in the hot seat for punctuality – or lack thereof.
Funny how time circles back on you.
But the ceremony went on without issue.
Interestingly, the reception was held in the extensively renovated movie theater that was practically the only dating venue in my teenage years.
It’s sort-of the same era as the Texas Theatre here in Bay City.
It also went through several iterations, but the guiding light of having an entertainment/event center finally won out and the Arcadia is a downtown show place.
Kerrville’s old Post Office, also the same decades-old handsome structure as Bay City’s, now is an arts center and has found its footing.
We went there the morning before the wedding.
The older woman who greeted us announced to MaLinda that I was her Sunday School teacher.
She also writes for the Kerrville Daily Times – my first paper and my home for nearly 15 years.
I loved the weekend with MaLinda and my children, grandchildren – plus a new Aggie granddaughter.
