On Saturday my son Sammy was the ring bearer at my cousin's wedding. Now all of my children except for Freddie have been a member of a bridal party this year! (Here are the girls in my other cousin's wedding, in case you need a dose of the cuteness.)
While the girls were adorable, their appearance in the wedding didn't have as strong as an effect on me. They wore lovely little flowered dresses and looked positively the picture of little girl sweetness and light.
Sam, on the other hand, wore a tuxedo that was a miniature replica of the groom's outfit. Seeing him all decked out like a big, grown up man made my eyes well and my chest swell all at the same time. My mind was running wild. "Is this what he'll look like in another twenty years or so, when he's waiting down front for his bride??? That bitch better be good to my baby!" Needless to say, I was emotional. Luckily there wasn't much time for me to ponder these things before the wedding started.
He took his duties very seriously, and with good reason. When it was time to walk down the aisle he actually carried the for real rings on his little pillow. My cousin's brother (who is also my cousin, but I don't want to confuse anyone with my damn hell ass huge family) kept the rings until right before Sam's big moment, and then he tied them to the pillow, so he only had to not lose them for about 45 seconds, but man was I nervous.
So was he. I took about a dozen shots of him walking down the aisle with his junior bridesmaid, and there was only one where he wasn't staring intently down at the rings. Afterwards I asked him about it, and he said he just wanted to keep looking at them to make sure they were still there.
Once the part he was responsible for was over, he was rewarded with an entire box of orange tic tacs, which he consumed during the ceremony.
It's tough out there for a kid.
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Orange tic tacs? He's his mamma's boy! And doesn't he look fine....?!
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