Smelly Socks: Kids' first time at the wedding

This past weekend, my boys went to their first wedding celebration. In the past, they've seen me and Joe get ready to go to friends' weddings, but they were never privy to the fun that happens at a wedding, particularly a family wedding.

In my previous column, I wrote about how I took a day off to find a dress for the wedding of my niece Mary. Well, the wedding day had finally come, and the boys, who were invited, couldn't be more excited.

Adam and Charlie kept asking about what she was going to wear, what they were going to eat, how many cousins were there going to be and how much dancing could they actually do.

The day started out warm and sunny but brisk enough for October in Chicago. The church wedding was beautiful and while I got misty-eyed a few times as Mary walked down the aisle and during the vows, the boys couldn't understand why I was crying as they saw this as an opportunity to look around the church and wave hello to their out-of-town cousins.

While the church ceremony was beautiful, Adam and Charlie were really looking forward to the reception afterward, which promised a myriad of cousins (about 20 of them under the age of 12), wedding cake and dancing, dancing, dancing.

We got to the reception a little early, but the boys quickly found their cousins. The oldest was 12, and the youngest was just six months old and some came from as far away as South Carolina, but age and distance were nothing to these little ones as squeals of delight could be heard from all the cousins as they chased each other around and played like they had known each other their whole lives.

The dinner itself was exceptional as Adam and Charlie tried to keep to their seats, but the temptation of an empty dance floor and a DJ playing background music was too much for them and the other little ones.

Before you knew it, there were about six children out on the dance floor, Adam and Charlie among them, all grooving to their own little beat as "My Kind of Town" was booming from the DJ's speakers. I gave up trying to rope them back to their seats since they weren't bothering anyone and weren't in anyone's way.

Once the cake came, however, those little people were firmly planted onto their chairs, busily refueling their bodies for busting out even more dance moves in a few minutes.

During the course of the reception, Adam and Charlie had many questions like why do the bride and groom sit separately from everyone else and when they get married someday will they be sitting up there, too?

Also will Mama and Papa be able to sit there with them? And why is the cake so big? Is that the DJ and can he play whatever songs we ask him to play (with a little devilish smile)? I tried to answer all the questions as best as I could, but I don't think my answers fully sunk in as there was too much distraction all around.

Once the music and dancing started, you couldn't get those boys to stop. At one point, one of the kids started a conga line, and before you knew it, there were 10 kids all holding on to one another's shoulders snaking their way around the dance floor.

They danced, grooved and partied by themselves and with everyone else all the way until 11 p.m. when the DJ finally called last song. When they got into the car to go home, Charlie fell asleep before we even hit the expressway for the one-hour ride back home, and Adam fell asleep about 10 minutes later.

To say they enjoyed themselves is an understatement. So, in the end, we all ate a lot, danced too much, had way too much fun and watched two lovely people get married. Congratulations, Bill and Mary.

Anita lives in Chicagoland with her husband, two boys and two dogs one of which is a girl. Email Johanna Bloom or Anita Spisak at smellysocks@vicad.com.