ode to the flower girl
over the weekend, having found true love, jennifer's brother (jeff) swapped vows and spit and ran headlong into marital bliss. the bride was quite fetching, the groom dashing, and we hope they live happily ever after. yadda, yadda, yadda..
the BIG news of the day was the flower girl. not in the turbulent history of
flower girls has there been a more fitting lass to wield the flowery basket. she was absolutely resplendent in her black and burgundy dress. her hair flawlessly dooed-up for the occasion and her antique faux diamonds sparkled like a fat man's eyes at an all-you-can-eat buffet. her concentration was phenomenal; right foot together, left foot together, right foot together.. and her pedal placement impeccable. never before have plastic rose pedals looked so natural on a scape of tissue walkway. yes, tears were shed. i was proud. we all watched in awe as she glided down the aisle like an artist on canvas.
the BIG news of the day was the flower girl. not in the turbulent history of
flower girls has there been a more fitting lass to wield the flowery basket. she was absolutely resplendent in her black and burgundy dress. her hair flawlessly dooed-up for the occasion and her antique faux diamonds sparkled like a fat man's eyes at an all-you-can-eat buffet. her concentration was phenomenal; right foot together, left foot together, right foot together.. and her pedal placement impeccable. never before have plastic rose pedals looked so natural on a scape of tissue walkway. yes, tears were shed. i was proud. we all watched in awe as she glided down the aisle like an artist on canvas.it was a beautiful day and thankfully, this will be the biggest role sarah will play in a wedding for a long, long time. she and i have a gentlemen's agreement that there will be no boy talk for at least 25 more yrs. we have agreed that boys are stupid, they stink, and for the most part, utterly worthless. much better to stay home and practice the ancient art of making french toast (with dad) or stomping the soup out of the Annoying Trio (brothers) with her tag team partner (dad again).we have way too much to do without throwing stupid boys into the mix..
ok. realistically, i know, one misbegotten day some poor sap will inevitably find the nerve to cast his shadow upon our door with a notion of romance. some clammy-handed cad with pimples and poetry trying to finagle some time with my little girl. and who knows, in a quarter century or so, maybe we will invite him inside...(or maybe we'll just bodyslam him).





so when jeremiah told us he wanted to celebrate his 17th B'day at Chuck E Cheese, we were a little concerned. when he assured us his decision was totally unselfish and based solely on the fact that the "kids" would have a great time, well, we were still a little skeptical. nevertheless, we went to party with the "big rat". after reviewing the following pictures, i now feel really awful that i questioned jeremiah's selfless act. it is so obvious he did not enjoy himself in the least. what a total act of love and kindness to sacrifice his one special day for the pleasure of his little nieces and nephews.











fun was had by all and after cake and more dueling, darth headed back to the death star mumbling something about wearing a cup next time. 
