Weddings, Wifi, the yellow balloon and the Catholic Church

I went to wedding this past Saturday, a very interesting wedding at that. There was a German step father giving away his Puerto Rican step daughter and he was besides himself with annoyance that his step daughter was marrying another Puerto Rican?

I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, my logical brain says, "But he married her Puerto Rican mother, so why isn't a Puerto Rican man good enough for his step daughter?".

I'm convinced there has to be way more to it, but that's about as much of their business that I care to delve into. I don't really know the happy couple that well, the groom was my husbands co-workers brother, and if I was any more removed than that and you might as well say I gate crashed the wedding.

I sat in the second row of the catholic church happy in the knowledge that any catholic religious event is usually over within the hour, but all the while desperately trying to find a free wifi hotspot in the church to grab onto. I thought every public building these days had wireless access, how does the priest surf the internet?

I know what you're thinking...how callous of me to even attempt to check facebook while such a joyous occasion was playing out right in front of me??? Phooey, I was merely the object to the left of my husband simply because he's not a practicing polygamist and he didn't have another wife to pick from...I really don't know these people. In the end I found myself updating facebook and twitter via text about the days events, which totally lacked the glee of reading other peoples off handed comments and responses...but what's a girl to do?

We left Baby C with Aunt D, my mothers sister. My Aunt D is a practicing baptist, which means NOTHING is over within the HOUR!!

We dropped Baby C off at Aunt D's church at around 11AM, and little did we know that when it was time to pick her up at around 11PM that night we'd be returning to the same location.

Who the h*ck stays in church that long? (I know, I know, using heck and church in the same sentence is sure way to NOT see the pearly gates, but instead the rings of fire!)

I think they ate breakfast, lunch and dinner at the church that day which totally boggles my mind, but at least I know she was safe and happy.

I didn't even check for free wifi at my aunts church, I have to assume that if you expect your parishioners to stay in church that long you HAVE to give them free wifi right?

When we arrived to pick up Baby C she was hanging on my Aunt D's coattails crying begging for Auntie to go home, tears streaming down her face covering up the stains of the tears before, she ran so quickly to me it made my heart jump.

But even amidst the tears she recited the wonderful day she'd had with Aunt D, all the friends she'd made, the food she ate, the numbers she wrote, the spider man book she'd protected, the choir she'd sung in, and psalms she'd read. She and Aunt D sat in the back of the car on the ride home discussing how Aunt D would call her later in the week and read the psalms to her again.

As we rounded the corner after dropping Aunt D off home, Big C saw a sign for an open house with a big yellow balloon bellowing in the wind, and as the light turned red he jumped out and cut the string of the balloon and brought it back in the car for Baby C.

Baby C was elated, her tired little eyes getting big once again...as we continued driving home Baby C opened her window and with the innocence of a 4 year old child the balloon floated out the window into the darkness......

I wanted to cry for her as she wept and wept and wept and cried for this balloon not understanding why daddy couldn't go and get it back, finally the energy dispersed from crying so hard made her little body collapse and she fell asleep still begging daddy to buy her another yellow balloon, but it just MUST have a smiley face on it JUST like the one that went away.

It's been two days now and customary of any toddler she hasn't forgotten that daddy promised to buy her a new yellow balloon with a smiley face on it she'll probably remind him every day this week until one materializes.

We got home last night and she was happy when she found this: