Tonawanda News — (They’d laugh like he was the cutest thing ever. They didn’t know that this is the child who runs everywhere, and I had nightmares of him sprinting to the front of the aisle, pillow and ring flying along behind him.)
We talked and we reminded and we preached about wedding-appropriate behavior. We lectured on the role of the ring-bearer. We stressed how important it was. Just maybe, we said a little prayer for good measure.
And then, finally, it was wedding weekend.
After a bit of a road trip, we arrived at the resort where the festivities were to take place, excited kids in tow. They charmed everyone they met, enjoyed the pool and the resort gym, did well at the rehearsal dinner and then ... it was time.
Jim endured his new suit. Sam rocked his ring-bearer’s garb, so pleased with himself the grin never left his face. If I do say myself, he looked like a little blond James Bond.
I had to be in place near the front of the venue to do a reading, so I left Sam with the bride-to-be and bridesmaids. I later found out that he essentially regaled them with his life story and tales of all his pre-K classmates. I hope the laughter was helpful for everyone.
We waited. The groom and groomsmen entered. The bridesmaids preceded down the aisle. Time for the rings.
I held my breath, waiting for him to come into view. He did, pacing deliberately down the path ...
... and then he started jumping down the steps.
A chuckle swept the guests. I couldn’t look. Hop. Hop. Hop. He reached the bottom and reverted back to Mr. Serious mode, walking up to the front with the pillow and its precious cargo intact, and took his place next to the best man.