Winnebago
Wedding bells are ringing- my mother was married, yesterday, Saturday morning. It was such a beautiful wedding and way to begin what I know will be a beautiful and blessed marriage; a continuation of how there relationship has been together. I am so thankful to see how much God has blessed my mother and Richard, her new husband. They are a match made in heaven, literally.
It was a busy, full weekend, filled with family and wedding bliss. I feel like I haven't stopped going for the past four days. But it has all been so worth it. The exhaustion I feel now is one that is satisfying, knowing that things like this only happen once in a lifetime- or I guess twice for some of us. But none the less it is special and a time to be shared with all those we love.
After the wedding the newlyweds were off to Italy for their honeymoon. All of my relatives and I packed up all the left over food from the reception and then went to my Aunt's house to enjoy eating it together. Then it was time to drive back home to Orlando- with everyone.
We all met at my sister's house here in Orlando and played the movie game, Scene It, until midnight. I fell asleep as some point during the movie madness finally succumbing to my tired state. I peeled myself off the floor and my cousin, Michele and I were off into the cold air to drive home to my house for the night.
On our drive we saw a Winnebago. While it is not odd to see a Winnebago in a town like Orlando, the tourist capitol of the world, I found it quite odd and remarkably funny to see this Winnebago at this particular moment.
Keep in mind it was past midnight and we were far from any major highways. Who drives a Winnebago around town in the middle of the night?!? In addition it was brand sparklin' new! I didn't even think they made Winnebago's anymore- but the obviously must.
I was cracking up at the absurdity of the whole situation. Partly because I know I was tired to the point of delirium, but also because it was just plain flat funny to see a Winnebago and to experience the sheer delight of being able the say the word, "Winnebago."
Which brings me to my next point. That is a hilarious word. Think about it, "Winnebago." I think that would be the funniest name for a dog and if I ever have a dog- and a husband sharing the same humor- I'd love to name it Winnebago. I could even call it 'Winnie' for short.(Even if it wasn't a short dog.)
I think I would laugh so hard if I had a dog named Winnebago. Imagine the scenario, you're strolling on a beautiful day through the park with your dog, you stumble on a stick and thank God for putting a wonderful toy right in your path. You pick up the stick and throw it as hard as you can. Then you get to yell, "Fetch Winnebago!" and all must be well during that moment. Sigh.......
posted by Kellie # 8:37 PM
