last night we were enjoying wine after dinner, relaxing on the patio when my son luc (8 years old) calls the adults to the back deck for a surprise. when we got there, chairs were set up with an aisle down the middle leading to the barbeque. he then announced, "you are invited to the wedding of deacon and esme!" d is 5 and esme is 6. gulp. (we didn't have the heart to tell them that being first cousins that sort of thing is frowned upon, not to mention illegal, but...) it was so cute. the bride wore a pink dress with a pink scarf/veil.
luc acted as officiant, the barbeque was the "altar" and the groom's big brother wilder was the ring bearer.
luc began, "deacon. esme. you two have been through a lot together. you've played together. you've fought together. and here you are getting married."
then, "esme, if deacon gets sick or something do you promise to take care of him?" she nodded yes.
he then turned to the groom, "deacon, do you promise to take care of esme too?" and he said yes.
i swear i'm not making any of that up.
p.s. this morning esme came to me first thing and said, "i don't want to be married anymore. it's wierd and now whenever i laugh deacon is going to laugh and he's going to call me honey and want to play together all of the time." the lawyers have been contacted.