Monday, January 25, 2010
Today has been lovely and rainy. Andrew and Isaac were both taken with the rain, their raincoats and being blown about a little in the wind. Isaac insisted on wearing his raincoat for most of the morning, protesting even the hood leaving his head. Isaac and I did some cleaning after dropping off Andrew at school, and while Isaac napped, I made a scrapbook page.
Here's what the journaling says:
When Uncle Josh and Aunt Desiree asked you to be the ring bearer in their wedding, I admit, I was very nervous. You are one rambunctious little guy and weddings are a big deal. It seemed like a precarious mix. Your dad and I prepared you by showing you YouTube videos of ring bearers. You practiced walking around the apartment holding a pillow, and still I was nervous.
At the rehearsal, you wanted nothing to do with the whole thing. You would only walk down the “aisle” if I were with you. And I had to carry the ring pillow. Your suit was too big and I forgot to pack your socks. I felt like my worries were confirmed. This was going to be hard.
On the wedding day itself, your dad and I were armed with pockets of candy. Linda, Grampy’s wife, was in charge of Isaac so your dad and I could both pour our energies into coaxing you down the aisle.
What we didn’t plan on, and what ended up helping more than anything, was the flower girl. The flower girl was Desiree’s cousin’s daughter. She was older and bossy and had no trouble getting you to do what you needed to do. You held onto her arm for dear life as she marched down the aisle, tossing about flower petals, determined to get you both to your destination.
And it worked! You ended up in the right spot, at the right time, pillow firmly in your grasp. You sat with Dad and I during the ceremony and the flower girl got you up back up the aisle when the ceremony was over.
It turns out, Andrew, that you don’t make a shabby ring bearer, after all. Especially when there is a take-charge flower girl around!
Posted by Dave at 3:26 PM