Sunday, July 19, 2009
It's about 6 and a half hours from my house to Richmond, VA ,but in many ways it's like a journey to another world.
We're country folks. We have dogs and chickens and gardens and gravel roads. In Richmond, this was the view from our window. My goodness.
And this was our room on the 12th floor of the Marriott. Goodness times two.
We had a great time. Our room was beautiful and comfortable and we tried to think of ways to spirit out the down comforters (the windows didn't open, and they were too poofy to fit in our suitcase...).
We were in Richmond for my nephew Matt's wedding. It was held in the lovely Italian garden at historic Maymont Park (which will have its own post later this week). Never have I seen two people enjoy their wedding so much--they laughed, joked with the minister during the cermony, smiled a lot--we were all included in their joy. The reception was a feast of good food and good company, and the late-night gathering with my sisters, brother Tom and assorted other family members was absolutely classic Connelly get-together.
We had a wonderful time and we were very, very glad to get back home this evening. Being in the lap of luxury is nice; being home is every bit as nice. As Larry commented, it was nice to visit Richmond, and even nicer to get back home to our own front porch.
I wish the newlyweds well. They certainly started out with a solid send-off from their two large, loving families and many friends.