We made preparations for the big adventure to San Antonio (actually New Braunfels) Texas. Heidi had tried a noble experiment and prepared and baked a breakfast Quiche the night before. It worked famously, so we had a tasty breakfast and packed up to go without too much difficulty. Everyone was in high spirits and "You're a Good Sport Charlie Brown" played on the overhead video system. We put Andy the GPS voice through his paces hunting down a luncheon spot. He didn't do a stellar job and after several attempts at better fare we ended up at a Whataburger, which was fine by me because I can't get it at home (my mantra for dining while on the road). We found our hotel which was new and nice and changed clothes and loaded up again to find the wedding. Andy did cooperate this time and we found the homestead where the outdoor, picnic style nuptials were to take place. Tippey met guests before the ceremony and he was wonderfully excited. It was sad news to learn that his mother is in the grips of Alzheimer's and in a nursing facility. My estimation is that she is maybe 58 years old. There was a fitting tribute to her during the wedding. The soon-to-be Dr. and Mrs. Tippey will be residing in Marion, Indiana and looking for work. It was good to meet Rachel and reconnect with Brett. I haven't been called Jomomma for quite a few years, that brought back some wonderful memories.
Many, many children played and romped during the reception. I had fun chasing our three. Heidi had dressed them in coordinated clothing of teal. It is amazing how color can aid in detection of vagrant children off to explore on their own. The only casualties of the event were ant bites on one of Abby's hands and a toddler bite on Heidi's shoulder. We finished the evening off in the chilly hotel pool and perfect hotel hot tub which were both filled with salt water. (a first for me) Abby and I struggled through some float-on-your-back-I-don't-want-to lessons, but hopefully no damage was done. The kids all slept together on a pull out sofa and because of my lumberjack snoring, we endured the night. In retrospect, I should have booked a separate room and maybe taken some or all of the kids in it to give Heidi and Joe a teeny, weeny vacation, but as always hindsight is 20/20. What is a symptom of poor mental health??? Doing the same things and expecting different results. Maybe I will finally learn that people need space and don't like to be stacked too tightly on vacation trips.
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