Name That Relation

Weddings are a joyous occasion, especially in my family. The blessed events do tend to cause interesting situations thanks to my unique family tree. My sister’s wedding this weekend was no exception. Thanks to my father’s 4 marriages, my mother (wife #1) got to introduce Denise (wife #3) to Fina (wife #4) at the wedding of the daughter of wife #2. With 4 of my dad’s 5 sisters attending with their respective families, and Fina’s rather large Italian family, the afternoon was a wonderful game of “Name that Relation”. There really needed to be some flash cards.
The wedding was beautiful and specifically designed for the benefit of the audience. Procession to 1st kiss, the ceremony lasted about 15 minutes. With all the children, it was a perfect time span. Just long enough that by the time they thought about getting fidgety, the ceremony had ended. Even the ring bearer and flower girl (my nephew, Ryan, and niece, Catie) didn’t have time to get restless.
The reception was great, and the kids loved running around and dancing to the DJ. I think the best part was when Eric fell asleep in my dad’s arms. Since Mr. Antisocial (a name we use in love, of course) likes to sit in a corner, Debbie and I got to mingle without either rugrat in tow, since Lauren was doing her best whirling dervish impression on the dance floor. Towards the end of the party, I got to teach Lauren the Chicken Dance! How cool is that!