My Mom Got Married.

A Wedding Tale Through Brian's Eyes

My Mom kept telling me that there was going to be a wedding.  She was going to marry Colin.

She made me a social story and we talked about it a lot.

I overheard her and Colin saying that they weren't going to put any pressure on me that day.

That they wanted me to enjoy it and if that meant I didn't participate in parts of the day, then no big deal.

I remembered that.

The day started off good.  My Mom had packed all of my favorite toys and I played with them while she had her hair and make-up done.

She even bought me some french fries to share with her.  I ate most of them.

Things were going good and I was starting to wonder what all this fuss was about getting married.

Then my Mom helped me get dressed.

What in the world was she thinking?

The tie and boutonniere didn't last five seconds.

I tolerated the shirt and pants.  

I mean, I made a fuss, but at least I didn't tear them off and go streaking.

I considered it.

The night before the wedding I had to practice walking down the aisle.

It was no big deal, quite easy.

I was suppose to walk with my cousin Layla.

I hesitated on the big day though.

I wanted to walk with my Mom.

She said I could if I wanted to.

She reminded me that it was my day too.

But I surprised her and I took that sign and walked down the aisle all by myself!

I was a little bit louder than I was the night before during rehearsal, but I did it.

       

So I get down the aisle and go to my seat.

And this is when I realized my Mom clearly had lost her mind.

I saw her pack me this great bag of snacks, toys, and my iPad.

She promised me it would be at my seat during the wedding.

Guess what?

She forgot it in the reception hall!!

I was not a happy camper and I was going to keep yelling so no one could hear what my Mom and Colin were saying.

But then Peter offered me his phone.  What a nice guy!

I decided it wasn't worth it for me to yell and cry.  

I decided this wedding thing wasn't too bad if I had a phone to play games on.

Then my Mom asked me to go up to the arbor to pour some sand.  I said no.

But then she told me I could bring the phone with me.

So I went up.

She gave me some deep compression squeezes while we poured the sand, so it wasn't too bad.

After the wedding my Mom asked me if I'd take some pictures.

Hello?? Didn't she know there was a band playing and a party going on in the reception hall??

I let her get one formal shot of me.  With my lemonade.

Actually, after the pressure was off of me for pictures I decided I'd photobomb my Mom's bridal pictures.  Love how Pipyr caught me behind my Mom!

Since I was finally relaxed and ready my Mom took advantage and got a couple more formal pictures with me in it.

The reception was definitely the best part of the day.  I got to dance, I got to eat gluten free cupcakes, I got to run around and make everyone wonder where I disappeared to.  

If you're going to get married in the future I think you should just skip the ceremony and get to the fun stuff!

I'm pretty sure I didn't do everything that that social story talked about but my Mom and Colin haven't stopped telling me what a good job I did that day.  And now I have a stepdad, which is pretty cool.

I guess having to wear those itchy pants and shirt were worth it.

All photos credited to Pipyr Photo.