One of the coolest things we got to do while in Wisconsin was watch my beautiful cousin Sara walk down the aisle and marry Joe, the man of her dreams! The wedding was in a pristine and beautiful catholic church. If anyone forgot, Rory was sure to remind them every few minutes as he shouted at the stained glass windows. And while Sara and Joe said their heartfelt vows, Rory let out the loudest burp known to man. The photographer that was filming beside us, turned and chuckled. Meanwhile, I looked on mortified as the bridesmaids all turned around in their pew to stare. I was hoping they’d know it was the baby. Lucky for Sara, she grew up in a very gassy home, with my other two cousins Angie and Ryan who took turns burping the loudest. I guess Rory fits in just fine in the family. I can’t imagine how well that would go over in a different family. I hope Joe’s family doesn’t mind baby burps the size of New Jersey.
At the reception Rory was in all his glory. He danced the night away! I didn’t think we’d ever get him off the dance floor. He danced with other little kids, his cousins, but Grammy Kay captured his attention the most. Eventually he got tired and we wrapped him up in his three blankets right there in the reception hall with the dj blasting upbeat classics. Uncle Jared held him for a while, passed him to Sara, then to Aunt Stacy, Aunt Patt, our new friend Kevin and so on. I’ve known Rory to fall asleep in lots of places but I never expected him to sleep through Aunt Patt’s crazy zombie dance, the blaring music, Jake, a friend from college, throwing Aunt Stacy around on the dance floor, and the bride and groom doing a very risqué dance montage. Was it fantastic? HECK YES! It was so amazing to get together with family and friends and officially celebrate adding Joe to the clan.