by Gabe Totten
This is my Auntie Sara:
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We've had some good times together! |
Auntie Sara calls me her "sweet boy" and gives me hugs and snuggles. But then last Thanksgiving I heard her call this guy her "sweet boy" too, and I heard people talking about how they were going to get married.
What?! Married?! You mean I have to share my Auntie Sara's hugs and snuggles? I wasn't so sure how I felt about it.
But then I heard Mommy talking to Auntie Sara and almost-Uncle Jared about how I was going to be in their wedding and I started feeling better about it. After all, it only seemed fitting that both of Auntie Sara's sweet boys should participate in the wedding.
On the evening of the rehearsal I was feeling good (and looking good if I do say so myself).
I gave the paparazzi (a.k.a. Mommy) a chance to photograph me from different angles, I checked out the structural integrity of the church, I showed off my impressive upper body strength...I even helped an older lady up some stairs:
I felt relaxed and ready for the Big Day.
The day of the wedding I showed up at the church excited to put my much-practiced walking-down-the-aisle skills on display.
I even spent some time thinking about what words of wisdom to share with the couple about the meaning of marriage.
Before the ceremony, I tried to relax by just getting back to basics and playing a little music to calm my nerves.
Everything was going really well until Mommy put me into a monkey suit.
Auntie Sara didn't have to wear her shoes, why did I??
And then, to make matters even worse, I had to be in a picture with A GIRL.
I found out that I not only have to share Auntie Sara with Uncle Jared, but with THREE OTHER GIRLS that also call her Auntie Sara!
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I'm surrounded! |
I was NOT HAPPY about this development.
But luckily, Auntie Sara seemed to remember who her #1 sweet boy is:
For the ceremony, I was in a pretty good mood again and as a gentleman, I let the ladies go first and I hung back a little so I could work the crowd and thank folks for coming out.
By the reception, I had loosened my tie, untucked my shirt, and decided to just have a good time.
I borrowed cousin Jason's Blackberry and called a few buddies to brag about how well the wedding had gone.
Toward the end of the reception, I pulled Uncle Jared aside to let him know he'd better treat Auntie Sara right. Before we talked, I spent a moment seeking guidance from heaven.
Yeah...Uncle Jared's a good guy, even if he does have three nieces and is another "sweet boy" to Auntie Sara. But I told him: I'm still gonna keep my eye on him to make sure he stays in line!