Some people get a little huffy when the ring bearer picks his nose at the altar or the flower girl runs away screaming. To these people, I say, “This is why we have children in weddings.” I look forward to nose pickings and stage fright (it’s a lot of pressure to toss the right amount of flower petals with every step!) and yelling for mommy; they are the comic relief and sometimes the star of the show! So this blog post is dedicated to them. The oh-so-short cuties that make these days even more memorable (and adorable).
One thing that’s important to know about me is that I have a Grandma who’s 97 years old. Ninety-seven years old and still living on her own,…