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The Bride carried a Stripey Blanket

  So I’ve got this kid…and today, after ‘helping’ Mom shovel the walk she decided to play wedding. She put on the pink princess dress I had made her for dress-up and asked her Dad to play too.
    "You can be the guy who, you know, walks me down the hall."
    And here, I thought I’d have to wait years to see her father "walk her down the hall."

     First Katie hid behind the living room curtains because, "You’re s’posed to wait here ’till the show starts." I sat at the piano and pounded out a somewhat tortured rendition of The Wedding March and my husband got his first taste of walking his daughter down the isle. He escorted her across the  room to where her brother and assorted stuffed animals awaited the bride.  Then Dad switched to minister and performed the ceremony, uniting the two in siblinghood forever.
     When he asked, "Is there anyone who knows any reason why these two should not be brother and sister?" Stephen raised his hand.
     "I do: we fight too much."
    "Nope. That’s what you’re supposed to do, so you two will be perfect."
     He finished the ceremony and I played again as the happy couple walked out. Then I grabbed my camera. The bride  wore pink and carried a stuffed cat, a bunch of silk flowers and a stripey blanket.
    That photo is guaranteed to make the rounds at Katie’s real wedding. Thank goodness I won’t be at the piano that day.