In life, windows open up to play specific roles, and close just as quickly; ring bearer is one of those examples.
The boys were invited to be part of the wedding party for one of Molly’s cousins, Tara, and one of mine, Anita. DC in August, Chicago in September.
And so for an ephemeral moment – – a mere slice of a weekend – – Paul and Sidd were awash in the limelight, showered with the sort of attention created by the intersection of toddler cuteness, and a tuxedo’s dapper regality.
To heighten matters, in just a few hours the church was transformed into a vehicle that brought excessive attention upon a these naive souls. At the rehearsal, everyone was in shorts, the place was empty, there’s lots of smiles; it was a small band of exhausted people just arriving from long journeys, spurred into the relaxed conversation that comes with the reunion of friends and family. At the wedding, it was pew after pew of spectacular saris, banks of flashing cameras, even toddlers now in tuxes.
Given the August wedding was their first in this role, the metamorphosis of the church was a bit shocking. By the second event in September, they took this in stride. This ring bearer thing – easy. In fact, who’s next?