Thomas' First Wedding

It had already been a long day of travel, and it was very hot outside when Thomas reluctantly allowed me to put him in his wedding clothes.

He reminded me again "I don't want to go to wedding."

He of course had no idea what a wedding was, or why he didn't want to go--he just knew he wanted to stay and play with Mr. Tom, Mrs. Colette and Mallory.

He perked up again when the girls made such a fuss over his attire.  He went from sad and frustrated to happy and grinning.

He even stood proudly for a family picture in his sherbert colored bow tie and green shirt.

When we arrived at the wedding location Thomas was ready to run. All that open space and everyone was acting so calm and walking so terribly slow.

We found a seat to watch the wedding. He bounced from my lap to his own seat which was shaded.

When the music started he behaved admirably. He watched as the men and the ladies went down the isle.

He didn't make a peep at all until the ceremony was almost over and he said something in a loudly quiet whisper.

A loving "shush" and he was back sitting in his seat and he watched again as the men and ladies went back down the isle.

The ceremony is over, and he is very hot, and very thirsty--but much more curious. Thomas wants to explore. Mommy wants to stay in the shade as her seat was not covered by the branches of a tree.

Thomas also "wins" a cup at the table, and is now proud of his cup and returns to the lemonade pitcher several times to refill his cup.  The popcorn is too "grownup" and does not have kid-pleasing flavors like salt and butter and his spirits are beginning to waiver.

He perks up again when he finds Uncle George, and when Zachary comes over to fuss over him and his bow tie.

But, he is sure there are too many adults at this adventure and he is ready to be done.

He patiently wanders with his sister over to the fancy tables where they will serve dinner, but once seated his ability to sit still is tested and fails.

He is in mommy's lap and out of mommy's lap.

He reminds me that he is hot and wants to go to "other house." He doesn't want to return to Mechanicsville, but rather to the Mozingo's house where we are staying.

His toys are there.  His cheese-its are there. And he can probably find his way to wearing mostly nothing at all as he plays in the air conditioned home.

"Mommy, weddings are boring!"

He announces this a little louder than is comfortable for mommy.  I know that he is done, and I look over at his sister, who is also very hot and very hungry, and now very sad knowing that she will miss the rest of the festivities.

I try to hold him off a while longer so I can find Ruth and George and let them know we are leaving. But, the bridal party is getting up to get food and they are very busy.

We sneak out the side of the yard.

A glad, but apologetic 4 year old boy, and his sad sister who wanted to stay and see the cake cutting, and the flower tossing and the dancing and use her manners she had been practicing on the fancy food, walk solemnly beside me to the car.

"I sorry mama." "I sorry I cranky at the wedding." "I sorry Gracie."

He is sorry. And I remind Gracie who is pitifully looking out the car window: we can only be so upset at him: "Gracie, it was so hot, and he is so young. He can't help saying a lot of what even the big people were thinking."

Click here for sisters version of the wedding.

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