Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Swiftly go the days...


Will a certain someone's mother embarrass the living daylights out of him by weeping and wailing "my baby" while trying to clutch him to her chest?

Will she embarrass him by belting out her version of "bread and butter"?

Will she bring enough kleenex to last the entire ceremony?

Will she make unique and interesting comments to the young woman who has caught her "baby's" attention?

Perhaps rather than singing "bread and butter", she might lead a mother's chorus of "sunrise, sunset" instead. (I actually heard that song somewhere this weekend. Huh.)

Stay tuned for more details on the day!