K came to me this morning to tell me that Muno & Toodee and Plex & Foofa were going to be married. Brobee, however could not get married because there was not another girl member of the Gabba Gang. I suggested that Brobee should be the pastor. She asked what a pastor was. I told her that the pastor was the person who stood with the bride and groom and got to say, "You may now kiss the bride." She clearly remembered that part because she then divulged that at the wedding she was in, the bride and groom 'fancy kissed'. I found out later that if you are ever dipped while being kissed, you are being 'fancy kissed'. Brobee became the pastor.
We gathered up several Disney princesses, Jesse from Toy Story, and a Playmobile Sheriff to be in the audience. J, the boy, was the announcer and K and R commented on what was going on.
First, the Ring Barrel goes down with the pillow with the flower girls.
Next they drink the blood of Jesus when he died.
Then they eat the bread.
Then the Pastor (Brobee) says, "You may now kiss the bride."
Then they 'fancy kiss'.
We had several ceremonies this morning. Each couple that got married were extremely patient and attended the others' ceremonies. Well, all except Polly Pocket Ariel, who simply would not wear the same dress to two weddings in a row.
As cute as this was, I think it was amazing what elements of the wedding they remembered. The Rings, signs of commitment; Communion, the first act as a married couple together remembering the sacrifice, work and great love of Jesus Christ; and The Kiss, an outward expression of love.
On a side note, but still to do with weddings, yesterday I met a sweet 7-year-old.
She asked how old I was. I told her 22.
She said, "And you're not married yet????"
Then she told me I was beautiful.
"Thank you," I replied.
"You have big ears," she said next.
"Maybe that's why I'm not married," I thought.
What an eventful, humbling, and sweet past two days.
Love,
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