Project Runway

Last night, Geoffrey George, got hitched.  It was a beautiful wedding.  Warm weather, a breathtaking view, delicious food and elated couple.

Jake was pretty tired by the time the ceremony was about to get underway.  Three days of wedding rehearsals, dinners, parties and brunches (he skipped two nights of evening drinks) were finally catching-up to him.  We line-up to begin the procession and Jakey is suddenly hit by a round of the “stomach issue” he and Mommy have been suffering all week.  Literally, we are supposed to walk down the aisle and I smell “something.”  Uh oh.  Really?  Right now?

My dad says, “Well, we’re 45 minutes late.  What’s 5 more minutes while we change his diaper?”  We rush down to the back of the car.

So we’re back, refreshed, and waiting for our turn.  I test the situation to see if I can get Jake to “take the ring pillow to Dada!”  No such luck.  It’s a make it work moment.  I yank the nigh-nigh and carry him down the aisle in his little three-piece suit, quick drop him off with his Grandma and Granddad (“get out the Cheerios!” I hiss) and take my place.

“The good Reverend James” was amazing.  Truly, truly amazing.  His ceremony struck the perfect balance between humorous and heartfelt.  Everyone showered him with praise on how special it was.  I was mesmerized.  He was so handsome and confident, like he’s been marrying people for years.  I am so lucky.

Part way through, Jake jumps down and runs across the front to be with me.  It’s time for my story and reading so I step forward with my new “accessory.”  Apparently I didn’t miss a beat, despite the fact Jake was grabbing my dress, lifting it up, and several times, just putting his arms right up my skirt.  I maintained my modesty.

We went back to our spot and I picked him up per his less than hushed commands.  Then it seemed he planned to dart back across to his Grandma and Granddad.  I put him down, thinking it would be a short trip and hopefully only slightly disruptive.  Jake ran to the middle and then pulled a hard right.  He ran directly down the aisle, arms in the air.  One day you’re in, and the next, you’re out.  (Said in Heidi Klum’s accent, of course.)  If he could, I’m sure he would have yelled, “I’m free!”  Apparently, at that point, he was done getting married.

He never looked back.  He ran with unrestrained abandon, right past everyone and everything.  Auf Wiedersehen.

Fortunately, Uncle Jay jumped-up and gained on him…  I didn’t see him until Jay came back with him at least 20 minutes later, completely zonked out in his arms.  Jay is the baby-whisperer.

All in all, Project Runway was a success.  We overcame hard-soled shoes.  We braved pictures and parties and dress-up clothes.  And Auntie Angela and Uncle Geoff were beaming: the picture of happiness.  *contented sigh*