-yet. Relax, my parents are divorced. Ironically, they get along much better being divorced than they did when they were married. But that's another story for another time. Getting back to the bouquet toss, the beautiful bride sat down, her back to us, and began the teasing of the countdown "One, two, three!" and there was no toss. And again, "One, two, three!" and yet again, no toss. This of course gave way for mounting suspense: Who would catch it? Finally, the bride took one last look over her shoulder and the counting resumed, "One, two annnnnd Three!" and up went the bouquet. Wait. It was coming towards... me? Yes it was. I could see it getting closer, all I had to do was raise my hands and that sucker would be mine, all mine. But then, from the corner of my eye I see hands and a body reaching over me. And then, laughter erupted. My mom caught the bouquet. My mom, caught.the.bouquet. Seriously. She somehow channeled her inner JJ Watt and dove for it, literally taking it from my grasp. Shit just real y'all. Everyone laughed, got a kick out of it and began congratulating her. Even me. I mean, so what if I may never, ever, EVER have a shot at holding a wedding bouquet in my hands again, at least she got to and that's all that matters right? Right.
-Alright kidding aside, the whole thing the way it was played out, was hilarious. Even more hilarious was my dad's reaction. He was a bit miffed. Ha. Oh right, he was pissed and his face showed it. The drive home would be a long one. Did I mention that we all rode together. Yeah. Good times.
Anyway, for years to come, I'll have a story to tell my nieces and nephews, it will start like this: "That one time, at the wedding when your grandma
PS- I'm over dramatic can you tell?