Chris and I went to the wedding of some good friends of ours this past weekend. It was beautiful and touching and……
The minister has finished telling us about how love is patient and kind and then she announces that it is time to bless the rings.
All of a sudden, the groom has a panicked look on his face.
He starts patting his hands on his jacket pockets, frantically searching for — you guessed it — the rings.
There is an awkward pause. The groom, having searched his pockets for the third time, looks helplessly at his best man.
The minister looks from the groom, to the best man, to the bride, who is standing with a shocked look on her face.
“Are you serious right now?” the minister finally interjects.
“Can we just skip this part?” asks the bride, trying to see the humor in the situation. “I knew I should have given the rings to my maid of honor, but she didn’t have pockets in her dress!”
Thankfully, the bride did have a good sense of humor. After the bride and groom solicited two “loaner” rings from some wedding guests, the ceremony was able to continue. And it was beautiful. And, I’m guessing, an evening that they will always remember. At least the groom will always remember. If I were the bride, I would never let him live that down.
(And yes, they did eventually find the rings.)
