Years ago, when my children were considerably younger, we were invited to attend a friend’s wedding.
William was about 6 years old, Jess about 11.
It was a little bit higher church wedding than we were accustomed to, and accordingly my Mom and I whispered instructions to the kids in the pre-ceremony hush on how to behave.
For the most part, they were angelic.
Finally, the ceremony began.
The groom stepped to his place at the front of the sanctuary, the priest – in his robes and hat, as well. Then, the processional began, and the attendants made their way to the front of the sanctuary. Finally, the bride – who was lovely in her wedding finery – made her way to stand beside her much loved groom.
I glanced at William and thought I saw a glimmer of recognition in his eye.
I thought – “What’s that kid thinking?!”
And before anyone knew what was happening, in a booming voice, William pronounced, “Mwarrige… Mwarrige is what bwings us twogwever twoday…”
I admit it.
I have warped my children!
The glimmer of recognition?
Here you go:
Bride, groom, priest, candles, flowers!
What should come next?
Only one thing in his then 6-year-old mind…
“…and wuv, twoo wuv…”