Don’t miss the post from this morning!
I am currently sorting through wedding pictures and “aah”, long contented sigh. It was lovely and joy-filled. The weather was perfect, Kristen was gorgeous and Nick was a dashing groom.
Our weekend started with an evening out with Kristen and the bridesmaids with pictures the following morning. I went early to help Kris and Jon was going to bring The Littles. After hearing that he had completely lost track of time, I
may have been was impatient with him and said, “just get here and get The Littles dressed in the parking garage!". A short while later after realizing the pictures were running behind and feeling very convicted that I lashed out at Jon, I called him back, apologized and said to bring the girls downtown and I would help get them dressed.
They parked in a parking garage about five blocks away and I was waiting for them to come. I saw something odd in the crosswalk, two toddlers in only diapers crossing the street, holding their daddy’s hand. GASP…oh wait, those were my toddlers and hubby, in a large city.
Me: Hi babe, umm…what happened?
Jon: You told me to take off their clothes and bring them to the courthouse!
A very funny miscommunication. We dressed them immediately as I prayed no one had seen the odd sight and called DCS.
I must sign off because I have a load of papers to go through as I pushed everything possible until “after the wedding”.