Nikki & Marcus's Wedding: When Laney Met Timmy

Dear Laney,

On Saturday afternoon, we attended the wedding of your dad's cousin Nikki. We had promised you that, "We just need to stop by and watch this wedding real quick, then we can go to a super fun party!" As the beautiful bride was making her way down the aisle and a reverent hush fell over the crowd, you turned to me and hollered, "Can we go to the party NOW?"

Let the congregation say, "Amen."

We moved on to the reception at Uncle Bill and Aunt Carol's house, where you hit the dance floor and proceeded to shake your groove thing, all night long.

Your cousin Claire had a similar case of boogie fever, and had remembered to pack her dancin' panties. If you want to see 'em, just ask:

Hagen was less interested in the dancing than in Bill's tractor, parked out yonder:

Things really took a turn for the entertaining when you met Timmy.

As we would say in the South, I don't know who Timmy belongs to, but for your sake, I hope he's not kin to us because you were in love with him. Y'all danced, you played tag, you spun around and giggled...

 It was the cutest thing in the world, until it was time to go. I had to pick you up, kicking and screaming, and carry you to the car. But the worst part was when Timmy looked up at me and yelled, "I JUST WANT TO DANCE WITH HER!" The whole thing as so dramatic that it felt like I was in a trailer for a movie about a tragic romance, narrated by that guy who does the voiceover for every preview ever:

In a world where two hearts can collide on the dance floor, these star-crossed lovers only wanted two things: the chicken dance, and each other.

Love,

Mom