I appreciate all the messages I have received inquiring about how things went on Friday. I’m still recuperating from the utter exhaustion of it all, but it went very well. I really can’t believe how well the kids pulled it all off.
First there was the hair salon.
I never imagined I would have time to sit, and to accept the offer to have my makeup done! I had figured the little one would be squirming around, but they handled the grooming like little ladies. Meanwhile, my husband took the little big man and got him dressed. And I couldn’t stand it when I saw him!
I was able to snap some photos at our next stop, the reception hall, as we had to wait around to have some photos taken.
The Easter candy she’s holding was part of a bag of it that I believed would get us through the entire day. It was gone in twenty minutes! Thankfully we stopped at McD’s for some sustenance.
My own little married looking couple graciously shared the twenty nuggets between them, like the true white trash we are…in the parking lot!
Yes, beer too (daddy’s sustenance!)
The next step was most exciting, the ride in the stretch limousine. God help that limo driver who had to deal with the aftermath of my kids in their first limo. Every glass was handled, every ice-cube sucked on or thrown, but only about 6 bottles of water were opened. All with the parents of the bride and the parents of the groom who had probably been anticipating a calm pre wedding ride!
And then the church.
They accomplished the task…I’m so proud! The kids walked down the aisle and then sat in the pews and semi quietly watched the ceremony. I couldn’t believe it. My daughter wanted to know if she had just witnessed the bride’s “first kiss”.
Another highlight was in the cocktail hour when they each got a Shirley Temple which my son keeps referring to as a “Shirley Tirley”.
By this time it was an hour past their bedtime on a very busy and exciting day. Try as they might, by 8:45 p.m, 15 minutes into the reception, the kids had had enough.
The babysitter was at the house waiting. By the time they were home the kids were in full-blown cranky turmoil, pulling on my dress, hanging onto my toes, begging me not to leave.
Still, the wedding was a success! And now I just need to sleep for like a year….:)
Oh and speaking of sleep, I couldn’t believe it when I saw a few other young children dancing and running around at the wedding as it approached midnight. What’s your experience been? Do your kids crash like mine or make it through late night parties?