Almost 27 years ago I stood in an anteroom of a Gothic chapel in a long white gown watching heavy rain fall on the waters of Lake Junaluska. It was a few days after Hurricane Hugo came ashore on the coast of a South Carolina and it was pouring rain outside.
On my wedding day.
All I could think about as I stood very still in that cool, stone walled room was something Kate Brown had said to me a few days before.
Happy is the bride the rain falls on
And she was right.
Every Sunday since May 13th I leave my house at 6:30am and drive to my hometown in Haywood County to spend the morning with my Dad. Most Sundays I cook lunch for my Dad and my Aunt Wanda. Sometimes, we want pancakes and GOOD coffee so we head to Maggie Valley for breakfast.
This Sunday was that kinda morning:)
After breakfast we always take the long way back home. That road takes us to the Gothic chapel on the lake.
This place is very special to me.
Over the years we’ve been here more times than I can count. The chapel takes on an entirely new life with each of the four Seasons. We were married in the Fall so naturally it is my favorite.
The structure is amazing from an architectural perspective but this time of year the grounds are the real show.
Oh, and if you are afraid of geese?
Just don’t get out of your car 🙂
Paige
Blogs I love!
http://theessenceofhome.blogspot.com/?m=1
http://www.stonegableblog.com
http://www.astrollthrulife.net/?m=1
http://www.findingsilverpennies.com
Lovely post about a wonderful place and a wonderful daughter who cares. Treasure those Sundays as they won't last forever. I'd give anything for one more Sunday morning with my Dad.
Beautiful post!