I just got back from my uncle's wedding in Kentucky. The wedding was held at his future wife's parent's house, which looks over a lake/river/I don't know what it is. The scenery was gorgeous! I really wish that I would have had a camera with me; I would have used a whole one on just the scenery itself. I don't know how to describe it; anything I could/would say wouldn't do it justice.
All I can really say is that they had a stairway, that was stones that looked like they had been carved out of the cliff, that led down to the water, where they had a dock and a little boat of some sort. It was beautiful there! There were bunches of trees and flowers, and apparently they have cyotes and foxes and rattlesnakes, but thankfully I didn't see any of those!
The worst part about it was that Kentucky is all hills, so their house was at the bottom of this huge hill. The part of their property that the wedding ceremony took place on was at the top of the hill, so we had to climb 700 stone stairs in high heels to get to it, and then we had to go back down to get to the house for the food. That was aweful!
Other than the going up hills in high heels, the wedding couldn't have been better. Everything was absolutely beautiful! Mom said that Eric, my uncle, kept up with the Gardner family tradition and cried at the wedding; I guess Grandpa and Dad both cried.
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