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.
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