A new post from Yours Truly is long overdue. Well, that’s a wee bit of a understatement, isn’t it? Hopefully, between knowing we’ve just been through Christmas and New Year’s, you’ll give me a pass when I say I’ve been in the throes of planning a “down-da-bayou-wedding” for my youngest son, whom we lovingly have referred to here on this blog as Termite. I’ve been writing this blog for almost ten years; and those of you who’ve followed from the beginning, back in 2007, have read all about Termite’s antics. He’s the last of five children; the youngest of four sons, and has put me through more than the other four put together! But yesterday reminded me how it was worth every trial and tribulation–every fishing and hunting trip.
Termite married his best friend and love of his life, CoCo. They exchanged vows and rings underneath our bayou home, in front of a bamboo wall that Termite constructed from our home-grown bamboo crop. A lighted arch served as an additional backdrop for the couple, while suspended white lights twinkled overhead.
CoCo was attended by her best friend, Erica, as Matron of Honor. Her younger sister, Kassie, served as Maid of Honor. Termite was attended by his best friend, Bubba and older brother, Miah. Erica and Bubba’s eight-month-old baby boy, Mason, served as ring bearer while riding in a red wagon pulled by his parents. Pastor Bobby performed the wedding ceremony, witnessed by about forty-two friends and family members, including both my older and younger sisters.
CoCo’s mother, Bev, walked her down the aisle to keyboard and guitar music performed by Termite’s big sister, Dotter, and her husband, MuzicMan. As they approached the arch, Termite broke into tears, as he warned might happen if he locked eyes with her. CoCo looked away, knowing that if their eyes stayed locked, she too would end up a weepy mess!
The vows went off without a hitch, so to speak. And after the exchange of the rings, well, you know what happened next. I thought the bamboo might catch on fire! Pastor Bobby then introduced them as the new happy couple, after which they walked the aisle hand-in-hand as husband and wife to the beautiful lyrics of “Lucky I’m in love with my Best Friend” performed with beautiful harmonies by Dotter and MuzicMan.
After toasts offered up by David, Termite’s oldest brother, and Miah, the live music gave way to DJ music provided by Drew, a close friend of the family. The wedding couple danced together to one of CoCo’s favorite songs, “Down on Main Street”. CoCo’s father passed away in her presence when she was only eleven years old; and as a musician, that was one of his favorite songs to perform. Watching those two dance was a very touching moment.
Their first dance was followed by a dance with the moms, which was a big surprise to me. As we danced to Jason’s Matthew’s “That’s What Mamas Do”, the time just seemed right to share what I’ve always believed to be true about Termite – that he would meet a special girl from somewhere else, fall in love, marry young, have children early on, and be content with family life. Yesterday, he fulfilled that vision, and we both shed a tear as I told him how happy and proud he’d made me.
Drew continued playing dance songs and toe-tappers while supper was served. My middle son, Capt. Dan, prepared chicken and smoked sausage jambalaya, which was a HUGE hit, served with an optional side of white beans. Guests heaped their plates high with shrimp boulette. Folks from the bride’s side had never had them before and thoroughly enjoyed them. My good friend, KK, prepared her famous shrimp dip served with a choice of crostinis or Frito scoops. For meat lovers, KK served slices of delicious home-made summer sausage made from an elk her husband harvested last year, which paired well a side of Little Smokies smothered in a tangy-sweet barbecue sauce put together by Dotter. Bev created a colorful, crispy vegetable platter, accompanied by a flavorful home-made dip. The food was washed down with a choice of soft drinks or bottled water, which were iced down in a pirogue, bayou-style!
A very dear, older friend of mine, who was like an adopted grandmother to my children, baked moist, scrumptious white-cake petite fours, which were displayed beautifully on a clear, four-tier cake stand. For those with more delectable tastes, CoCo’s aunt brought a beautiful double-chocolate cake with chocolate filling from her favorite bakery in Hammond.
And even though the couple had agreed that it was tacky to shove cake in each other’s faces, SOMEBODY decided to break the agreement, much to our entertainment!
After about three hours of music, eating, and visiting, things started to wind down as friends and family from out of town said their goodbyes and left early. The rest of the guests made short work of stacking up all the rented chairs, taking the arches down, and bringing all the food inside while Miah busted moves to Beyonce’s “All the Single Ladies”! Drew played one last dance tune for him and then literally had to pull the plug so Miah would rest his poor aching feet! The remaining men loaded up Drew’s equipment; and just like that – POOF – everyone was gone.
As the last vehicle drove away and quiet fell over me like a heavy blanket, I felt a fleeting moment of sadness that my little Termite, so full of energy and mischief, had grown up so quickly and left the nest. But it was just that–fleeting. Their happiness and my hope for their bright future pushed out the sadness, replacing it with a heart full to bursting with the love those two share and with, I must confess, the hope of more grandchildren.
The fullness of yesterday reminds me that time is fleeting, and we only have today. In spite of the daily struggles in this life, I want to do more to make every day count and live it to the fullest. Now, with my youngest child married, I’m turning my focus and excitement toward the impending birth of my first granddaughter, who will be born to my oldest child, Dotter, and her husband, MuzicMan, in late April. That is when Bayou Woman will become Winnie, a grandmother.
So, for Today, for New Love, and New Life, I am your humbly grateful,