We had a lovely time with the Miles family. They were so gracious. I totally was not born with the gift to be the hostess with the mostess, but Mrs. Jan definitely was. Her kids were so kind and patient with TTT. It was a lovely time. And not only was she a great hostess, she’s a cooking genius. White chilli with homemade bread. White chili so if anyone was spilled on the clothing, it wouldn’t stain horribly like red chili. This woman rocks my world!
As I was dressing the children for the wedding, I noticed something was missing. I saw Jory’s backpack, but I didn’t see his swimming backpack. The one I had spent time the night before putting all of the hair bows, comb, brush, lotion, toothbrushes, toothpaste, shoes, socks, etc… in. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! Why don’t they want me to go to this wedding?! Bygones. It was too late to go to the store and buy some, so they’d have to wear the shoes they had on early. Yep, Jory, Rowan, and Layla were dressed to the nines in the new refinery rockin’ tennis shoes and crew socks.
Since the Miles family left first, we were on our own to get to the wedding though we were armed with very easy to follow directions. I hate driving to new places in the dark, but that was the task before us and I incorporated the children’s help. I told Jory to look for street signs and I told him the names of the street and spelled them for him. I told the girls which way I needed to turn.
“When Jory calls out the street, then you shout which way I need to turn.”
It was a family adventure getting to the wedding. We got there just in time to find seats on the far side of the church. We got settled in, waved at those we knew, and snapped a few pics before the wedding started. Everything was fine until those magic words were said, “Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom.”
Does the baby have a bladder the size of a peanut? We just used the bathroom before we left the Miles’ house. I took Rowan along sometimes the need to pee is contagious between the two of them. Jory refused to go along with us. A teen from our church kindly watched out for Jory while we made a quick dash. Thankfully Rowan didn’t have to go. Wash hands, dash out the door, and there we saw the wedding party all lined up.
Rowan was stunned by Bekka and her dress. Bekka looked stunning and her bridesmaids looked beautiful. I tried to stop Rowan from running up to Bekka, but when she heard us Bekka turned and opened her arms to the girls. So gracious, so kind, thinking of these Irish twins minutes before she took the journey that would change her life forever.
We wished her the best of luck, then took off for our seats so we could watch everyone walk down the aisle. Everyone looked lovely coming down the aisle. Rowan would have sat on the steps of the pulpit if I would have let her. She is in the throes of all things weddings, boyfriends, brides, grooms, and wedding gowns.
Pastor Earl really delivered a great sermon. The best one I have ever heard at a wedding. I loved how he included the bridesmaids and groomsmen, and Snow White into the ceremony. The description of marriage and the husband’s and wife’s parts in it was so thorough that I felt like the vows were superfluous almost. When Jorge and I get married, Earl is doing our wedding.
The kiss came and then it was off to the reception. Desserts galore, Italian soda bar. TTT were in seventh heaven. A beautiful slide show from babies to the pair meeting and falling in love. The first dance. It was all so beautiful. Rowan, the baby, and I got on the dance floor where at some point the baby decided she could no longer walk. Jory was not having any of the dance floor and disappeared into the crowd. I went to request a song and took a load off while waiting for the dj to play it. Rowan stayed on the dance floor. She stayed on the floor all night when she was getting desserts.
I thought about getting on the dance floor to catch the bouquet, but I decided against it. Really a woman with a baby in her arms shouldn’t be catching bouquets. Or maybe the woman with a baby in her arms, is exactly the one that needs to catch the bouquet. I turned back to the conversation I was having, when Jory walked up with a bracelet.
“Mommy look what I got?”
“Where did you get that?” I asked as I saw him with a bracelet. Crap, had he found this on the floor and picked it up. How were we going to find out who it belonged to?
Then another little boy came up. “Jory, the bride and groom want to take a picture with you. You’re going to be the next one to get married.”
Instead of throwing the garter belt, AJ threw a bracelet of Bekka’s and Jory caught it. And if Jory is the next person in the church to get married, we’ve got some issues. Jory went and took pictures with the happy couple, then Rowan happily did.
Jory watched the dj for a while. I stopped him from playing under the bridal party table as he and some other kids were doing. I talked with some peeps, then the baby and I chilled in a chair with me feet up when I realized the dj wasn’t going to be playing my song.
We watched people dance or rather I watched people dance and have a good time, while the tired baby slept. I would catch glimpses of Rowan because of her red coat. At some point, Jory parked himself on the stage laying down, watching people dance himself.
Then it was time to see the bride and groom on their way. I threw my heels back on and walked outside. I was offered bubbles to blow, but I figured holding the baby and keeping warm had me too busy to blow, but I would yell and shout. We did all of the above as the newlyweds got into their well decorated car and drove off. I yelled out for my two, grabbed coats, purse, and camera, and we followed the crew leaving hoping they’d lead us back to the 405 without me having to search for the directions, and they did.
It was touch and go for a while. The heater was on, then off, when I felt myself getting to comfortable. The window was up, then down. I had been since 4AM and it was now after 11PM, all I wanted to do was go home and crawl in bed, but my mom called and I had to go pick her up. I’m pretty sure when I was driving the streets of Crenshaw at midnight, my eyes did drift shut. Thank God, I felt it after a while and woke up. We picked up Oma as the rain started to fall, then we drove home, where I saw Jory’s swimming backpack on the sofa where I had left it, probably in the rush of having been locked out of the house and trying to get to work early. I undressed the kiddos, then myself and collapsed into the bed.
A day that started out very adventurous and trying and ended so beautifully with two becoming one.
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