OK - I don't really have an embarrassing story about Ted. OMG - I just lied!!! I do, I do!!!
A couple of years ago, we traveled to Orlando, Florida by way of Decatur, Alabama to go to Ted's brother Mike's wedding. The couple's story was very interesting to begin with (she asked him to be a sperm donor so she could have a baby - they were friends before that - he agreed - they had a baby together - when their son Max was about four, they realized they were in love - they got married).
Anyway, we went to Orlando for the wedding. It was the first time I got to see the Catholic in my husband - and I have to say, it made me love him even more to see that (I've seen it a couple of times since). So the only other sibling there, besides the two brothers, was Ted's sister Susan. Ted's family lives all over the country and it's difficult for them to get together like that. I have not even met all of them.
So, we are at the wedding. Very beautiful wedding, in a 100-year-old church with the most beautiful stained-glass windows ever. Very formal ceremony. There is a horse and carriage outside to take the bride and groom the three miles to the formal reception and dinner - so, what I am trying to say is - very nice wedding!! The reverend (it wasn't a priest, because it wasn't a Catholic church, but a Protestant church - so I think it was a reverend), goes through the ceremony - the church is very quiet, except for the sounds of the reverend and the vows being exchaged. They get to the part where they exchange rings. Corey puts Mike's ring on his finger. Mike is trying to put Corey's ring on her finger. He is fumbling for some reason and the ring doesn't go on. My husband, who thinks his voice is much quieter than it really is, makes the statement "fat fingers". That booms throughout the entire church. Corey starts to laugh, others gasp aghast, Susie flips her head around and looks at me and I have no idea what to do but to kind of smack Ted and say something like "why did you do that?" Luckily, Corey thought it was funny and Ted says he wasn't talking about her fingers, but he was talking about Mike's fumbling fingers.
I do have to say, with all his little silliness and non-realizations that he is really kind of loud, I am very lucky to have him in my life. I call him dork, I call him geek - but, I do that with love and care. I give him crap, I tell him I am going to kick his ass, I tell him I am going to beat him - he just smirks and says "promises, promises". I tell him I will divorce him and he says, "no you won't". He is pretty dang good to me. I am very lucky to have him in my life. For those out there who think I am mean, that I pick on him, that he is verbally abused somehow - you can kiss my butt, cuz that geek, that dork, that pain in the butt is just as lucky to have me as I am to have him. But, that doesn't mean I don't love him!!
A couple of years ago, we traveled to Orlando, Florida by way of Decatur, Alabama to go to Ted's brother Mike's wedding. The couple's story was very interesting to begin with (she asked him to be a sperm donor so she could have a baby - they were friends before that - he agreed - they had a baby together - when their son Max was about four, they realized they were in love - they got married).
Anyway, we went to Orlando for the wedding. It was the first time I got to see the Catholic in my husband - and I have to say, it made me love him even more to see that (I've seen it a couple of times since). So the only other sibling there, besides the two brothers, was Ted's sister Susan. Ted's family lives all over the country and it's difficult for them to get together like that. I have not even met all of them.
So, we are at the wedding. Very beautiful wedding, in a 100-year-old church with the most beautiful stained-glass windows ever. Very formal ceremony. There is a horse and carriage outside to take the bride and groom the three miles to the formal reception and dinner - so, what I am trying to say is - very nice wedding!! The reverend (it wasn't a priest, because it wasn't a Catholic church, but a Protestant church - so I think it was a reverend), goes through the ceremony - the church is very quiet, except for the sounds of the reverend and the vows being exchaged. They get to the part where they exchange rings. Corey puts Mike's ring on his finger. Mike is trying to put Corey's ring on her finger. He is fumbling for some reason and the ring doesn't go on. My husband, who thinks his voice is much quieter than it really is, makes the statement "fat fingers". That booms throughout the entire church. Corey starts to laugh, others gasp aghast, Susie flips her head around and looks at me and I have no idea what to do but to kind of smack Ted and say something like "why did you do that?" Luckily, Corey thought it was funny and Ted says he wasn't talking about her fingers, but he was talking about Mike's fumbling fingers.
I do have to say, with all his little silliness and non-realizations that he is really kind of loud, I am very lucky to have him in my life. I call him dork, I call him geek - but, I do that with love and care. I give him crap, I tell him I am going to kick his ass, I tell him I am going to beat him - he just smirks and says "promises, promises". I tell him I will divorce him and he says, "no you won't". He is pretty dang good to me. I am very lucky to have him in my life. For those out there who think I am mean, that I pick on him, that he is verbally abused somehow - you can kiss my butt, cuz that geek, that dork, that pain in the butt is just as lucky to have me as I am to have him. But, that doesn't mean I don't love him!!
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