I had the opportunity to attend my sister-in-law's wedding in New Jersey over a week ago. It was a beautiful wedding on the beach with perfect weather.
I packed my sons' clothes with excitement. I had decided that they wear matching oxford shirts and ties and we had gotten matching khaki pants to go with them.
They looked so handsome in their get-up and I was very pleased with myself.
Considering that I have five boys, you would think that I would have remembered the fact about boys and good clothes- the two don't mix.
Since I had conveniently forgotten this, I happily made plans to take lots of pictures of the boys sitting on the sand, perfectly posed with hair and clothes speck free.
We made our trek across the sand in order to set up for the wedding. We found the perfect spot and I stopped to bask in the ocean waves crashing onto the beach and the feel of the cool wind coming from the north.
The boys had decided to get a closer look at the ocean.
Just as I turned away from my basking, I looked up right at the moment when Happy slipped and fell right as the waves came onto the beach. I watched this unfold with an incredulous expression.
The child was soaked.
"Happy! You get over here and sit down right now!" I yelled. His little seat squished as he sat in one of the chairs set up for the wedding. He didn't seem bothered at all that he was wet from the chest down.
All my plans for a glorious picture of my sons wearing speck-free clothes were swept away with the tide.
But oh, what a memory.
I packed my sons' clothes with excitement. I had decided that they wear matching oxford shirts and ties and we had gotten matching khaki pants to go with them.
They looked so handsome in their get-up and I was very pleased with myself.
Considering that I have five boys, you would think that I would have remembered the fact about boys and good clothes- the two don't mix.
Since I had conveniently forgotten this, I happily made plans to take lots of pictures of the boys sitting on the sand, perfectly posed with hair and clothes speck free.
We made our trek across the sand in order to set up for the wedding. We found the perfect spot and I stopped to bask in the ocean waves crashing onto the beach and the feel of the cool wind coming from the north.
The boys had decided to get a closer look at the ocean.
Just as I turned away from my basking, I looked up right at the moment when Happy slipped and fell right as the waves came onto the beach. I watched this unfold with an incredulous expression.
The child was soaked.
"Happy! You get over here and sit down right now!" I yelled. His little seat squished as he sat in one of the chairs set up for the wedding. He didn't seem bothered at all that he was wet from the chest down.
All my plans for a glorious picture of my sons wearing speck-free clothes were swept away with the tide.
But oh, what a memory.
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