Last weekend we traveled to a wedding a few hours to the north. It's never cold in North Texas until the days leading up to Halloween. This year was the exception. An Autumn wedding long anticipating the warm autumn evenings required sweaters for most of the guests. The ceremony and dance to follow the reception were both planned as outdoor events. The bride and groom took their vows while the sun was still low in the sky, barely warming the cool air. As we moved inside for the dinner, I shivered and was thankful for the sweater Ol' Abner had suggested I bring, even though it didn't exactly complement my attire. As the dinner and cake times passed, the music warmed up outside in a large dance area. The bridal dances were all shortened by shivers and I retreated indoors ahead of the crowd. It wasn't long before the tables were being cleared and the music being lured indoors. The celebration became cozy with the guests sitting and standing around the perimeter of the makeshift dance floor. I understand the celebrations continued well into the night, but Ol' Abner was tired and we had enjoyed the visits and views to our satisfaction. We are now the older generation allowed to leave the party early enough to get our necessary rest. Can our second childhood be far away?
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