We have a growing twenty-something crowd at our church, and lately a lot of them have been getting hitched.
This last weekend, we had the honor of attending our worship pastor’s wedding with the boy being ring bearer. I was so proud of him. He looked all growed up in his big-boy suit and behaved rather excellently. He only waved at people twice througout the ceremony and remained relatively still through the whole thing.
He also has fallen in love…
The flower girl was a cutie-patootie and on the way to the rehearsal dinner he made the proclamation “I think that I am in love with Maya. I am going to ask her to marry me and our first baby will be named just like you Momma”. It was all I could do not to wreck the van! Hoo boy, he’s on his way to an early broken heart, just like the rest of the men in my family. He is rather charming like the rest of us as well.
So, the boy does great at the wedding, and the girlie LOVES to shake her bootie at the reception. We try to leave a little after eight (past bedtime) and the girl just loses it. The next morning we ask her if she had fun at the wedding, and she replies (rather angrily) “no! I wasn’t done dancing!” Well, well…looks like I have a little party girl on my hands.
I am in deep doo-doo…
here is a pic of the little charmer
