Boof’s middle sister got married this weekend and I was a bridesmaid. Potamus was the ring bearer and came down the aisle pulled in a little red waggon.
While at the wedding, I was on my best behavior. We were sitting at a table with an adoptive mom, and I sometimes can’t help myself at getting in a conversation about adoption and get all worked up into an emotional frenzy. This time, my sanity was aided by the 10 piece mariachi band playing from the stage, and so I did my best to avoid all talk of children/family (despite the fact that Potamus was the ring bearer!). I felt proud that I didn’t engage, but Lord knows biting my tongue is hard!