our wingbeawer

I'm putting a brief halt to my Italian posts to be a proud Momma: this weekend A was the ringbearer for my friend Abby's wedding. This was his first wedding ever, and I was very nervous that the ceremony was right during his usual naptime. He's a great sleeper, and is Mr. Crankypants when he doesn't get his nap, normally. But all the prayers apparently worked, as he not only did his job well, he was almost completely silent during the service, a real first for him. I think the tiredness paid off, since he just lay there sucking his thumb and waving his little feet in the air.

Anyhow, that's all incidental stuff. My friend Abby is a very laid-back person, marrying an equally laid-back, quirky guy named Chad (who is also 6'5). So I was confident that we would not have the Bridezilla factor, no matter what happened. They initially wanted A to come down the aisle on a bigwheel, but his feet didn't reach the pedals yet. Lucky, since the aisle was at an incline, and he would have just careened into the little flower girls and made them cry. Whew!

Instead, he just walked behind them, holding the pillow Abby made, with ring-pops tied on (Chad had proposed with a ring pop). It was a sore trial for him to not bury his face in the pillow and suck the pops into a sticky mess, but we explained that they were Chad's, and Chad was going to eat them later. So A walked down the aisle, looking around at everybody and all the origami flowers the girls were handing out, and then he got up to the big marble dais and handed the pillow over.

The part we hadn't practiced much before was what to do when you're done handing the pillow off. Naturally, he did the only sensible thing, which was to run back the way he came, past Abby and her Dad and all the laughing congregation. Since he's younger than 5, everyone thought everything he did was adorable so it was no big deal. And it was pretty durn cute, though I say it.

The reception was a blast, and he entertained our table with some very hammy versions of Singin' in the Rain songs. Then the crowd started dancing and A cut a rug with me and the flower girls. He was completely wired on sugar (having eaten half a roll and an entire slice of wedding cake), and chased the "beeuful geeuls" around trying to hug them. He kept trying to spot Abby, who he knew was the VIP for the day, and had a blast with Abby's British relatives.

Topping the weekend off, we went to Truro Church the next day with our dear friend Ed, and heard the head of Compassion International speak about his organization, which we support, and through which we sponsor a child in Thailand. I am very happy and very tired. Enjoy the photos!
ps. I made A's little bowtie, and added tons of flowers and crocheted bits to a plain Target purse above. I was tres proud of my handiwork too! :)