I had high hopes for this weekend.
Actually, I was happy my whole family was able to go to Chicago for my niece’s wedding.
Then I was happy that the only disfiguring bruises were on Bro, and they were easily covered with makeup by The Princess.
Then I was really happy that I got a couple of wonderful family pictures done by the wedding photographer.
Then I was thrilled to see my sister and her kids.
I would have been happy to stop right there. The weekend would have been a complete success just by meeting the above criteria.
But then we danced at the wedding.
I couldn’t restrain Bubba through dessert. He HAD to dance. So he and Bro went out there and danced. It was something to see. The bride hadn’t even had her first dance yet. People hadn’t finished dinner.
Then the DJ played ‘Rock with You.” Hubby and O’Baby hit the floor. And so did The Princess, Blondie, Bro, Bubba and I. We just couldn’t help it.
We passed O’Baby around until he finally said, “Enough” and made us put him down. The boy can shake what God gave him and I’m not lying. The lights and speakers attracted him like a magnet. Everywhere he went, a circle of dancers formed around him. He was clapping and marching and shaking his booty.
Bubba was throwing himself all around the dance floor, spinning and flipping and sweating and smiling.
We must have danced every dance. We did take a time-out when Meeghan and Jimmy had their first dance, but that was probably our only break.
Bro and I sandwiched Blondie a la “Night at the Roxbury.”
We all danced with each other, and with everybody else. If no one else was around we each danced alone.
It was a wonderful night. The food was great, the ceremony was beautiful. We danced until 10:45, when we finally were able to wrestle O’Baby into his coat. He could have gone all night.
How wonderful it all was. We looked good, we danced a lot, we were together. We were so happy.
The evening exceeded any expectation I could have had.
How lucky are we?