Clint and Marci got married!!!
It took place Friday evening at their house in Maloy.
It was a beautiful private ceremony with their parents and daughters.
And we’re just so darned excited about the marriage that we’re going to forgive Clint for the fact that he kinda sorta neglected to tell his siblings. Yeah. True story.
But guess what…we knew about it anyway! One great thing about small towns is that there are no secrets. Like when you ask the preacher to perform the ceremony and his son just happens to be best friends with your brother, well, things slip out. So we all knew about the wedding, but we knew we weren’t supposed to know, so no one brought it up. And don’t think that didn’t kill me. I am the world’s worst secret keeper and this was a doozy.
So the whole week before the wedding I was bursting to tell Clint that I knew, but against all odds, I kept my big mouth shut. Well, until Friday morning that is. I just couldn’t keep it in any longer so I thought I would set up the perfect opportunity for him to tell me about it.
Here’s our conversation when he stopped by my house that morning:
“So, you going to the football game tonight?” I asked innocently, knowing full well he had no intention of doing so.
“No. I’ve got other plans,” he replied calmly. He was not letting anything slip.
Well here it comes, my perfect setup-“What could be more important than the football game?” I laid it out there so sweet and smooth there was no avoiding it. “Wait for it…wait for it” I told myself.
“Uhn, I don’t know,” he shrugged.
What the heck?! You’ve got to be kidding me. I had done all the leg work…carefully wording my questions so that there was no avoiding the subject. Planning it out perfectly so that there was no way around it. Yet he totally evaded my line of questioning. The nerve.
Admitting defeat, I decided just to congratulate him on his evening plans, “Well, I’m very excited about your evening plans.”
He grinned and said, “Thanks.” He knew I knew.
The gig was up. The word was out. I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
He continued to say, “You can meet us for supper in Diagonal if you want.”
Well, after a brief internal struggle about missing the football game, I said, “Sure! I’ll meet you there!” Then he said I could invite the rest of the family if I wanted, so I spent the next 15 minutes calling everyone I knew. Well, my brother and sister anyway.
And you will not believe what each of them asked me. “Did you invite yourself?”
What?! No, I did not invite myself…did I? Oh no. What if I did? So I had to replay the conversation to convince myself, and my siblings, that no, in fact, I did not invite myself. Clint definitely invited us.
So we all met in Diagonal to celebrate the wedding. It was so much fun and we are just so excited for Clint and Marci. We are truly blessed!