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Apparently the old adage, “The customer is always right,” skipped a generation.
My sister was in town to visit her college student daughter and me so we ventured out to a restaurant we’ve enjoyed in the past that has a really great stuffed trout.
When our oldest Manchild was a baby, I often danced with him, holding him in my arms as I boogied and turned through the house. He would laugh and so would I.
But as he got older and more self-conscious, he took up running instead. He loved to run. When the time came, he even went to cotillion classes, hating every minute of it and promising me when it was over that he would never dance again in retaliation.
The wedding had to start exactly at 5:30. Not a minute later.
This was not a wish or a want or a “Momma will be mad if it doesn’t” kind of timetable.
Do they or don’t they?
I wasn’t 100 percent sure how I felt about the men in my life – namely, the Hubster, Surfer Dude and Manchild #2 – wearing skirts to our firstborn’s wedding. I’d certainly had long enough to think about it since his intention to be wed in a kilt had been known since he was 12 years old and he is now 29. His kilt was purchased and shipped earlier this year and he brought it with him from Oregon.