Charles' cousin got married last night at a beautiful plantation in South Georgia. Everything was perfect, from the Spanish Moss hanging from the big oak trees to the gentle, cool breeze (instead of the usual sweltering heat!) As the bride completed her triumphant march down the isle to meet her groom; the organ completed with a resounding chord.
In the immediate silence that followed the ending note from the organ, my youngest child let out a belch that would have put most grown men to shame.
My two oldest boys and two of their female cousins burst into uncontrollable giggles. And, unfortunately, so did I.
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I buried my face in Ephraim's neck and tried to muster the evil eye. I cut my eyes at Matthew and Nathan and whispered "SHHHH..." giving them my sternest mother's look. They gained control of themselves as I stared straight ahead... and then lost it again when I buried my head in Ephraim's neck again and began shaking with laughter.
I had to walk away with Ephraim. Why is it so hard to quit laughing when it is MOST important you do so?
Ephraim and I spent the ceremony far from earshot, beside a fence, looking for cows and horses.
