Emily and I were at a party for grown-ups (it rarely happens) when we got to telling stories. Emily is a champion story-teller and she decided to spring our honeymoon story on folks. It goes something like this…
We had just graduated college and were preparing for graduate school. In translation, that means we were beyond poor when we got married. We had just plunked down our security deposit on our 350 sq ft apartment and had moved what stuff we had a week before. Our wedding was excellent and it was a super great occasion. I cried when I saw Emily come down the aisle. I am not opposed to crying, but I rarely do it. Anyhow, it was a beautiful wedding.
After the wedding, we greeted guests and ended up with perma-grins on our faces from all of the smiling we did in the photo shoots. We were definitely ready to head off on our honeymoon. I planned it all and didn’t tell Emily where we were going. I, uh, figured it didn’t really matter as just needed some time to get used to the idea of being married. I booked us a room at the Mountain Creek Lodge at Pipestem Resort in southern West Virginia.
Little did I know, that my brother and one of our friends had filled our luggage and car with a ton of birdseed while we were cutting cake and smiling. Honestly, it had to be close to a ton. So, we got to the room and were exhausted. We ate and half unpacked our stuff. Without thinking, I just dumped the ton of birdseed from our suitcases outside in the yard just beyond the edge of our first story patio. We went straight to bed, dead-tired and desperate for rest and calm.
Around daylight, let’s say 6 am the following day, we were startled from bed by the cawing of a family of crows. That is, crows, right outside our window. Crows cawing a mere 4 feet or so from our bed. Yeah, crows. I scared them off a few times but it was hopeless. Sleeping in was not to be on our honeymoon.
There are a few more tails from that week of adventure but I’ll leave Emily to tell them another time. But before I go, I have to tell you that the crows were not the end of the birdseed story. Oh no, dear friends, there is more. I will tell the rest of the story in my next post.