Remember the Kayak

Carrie Cariello

“Saturday. Saturday is Miss Jennifer’s wedding.”

“I know Jack,” I said. “It’s going to be on a lake so we have to be extra careful—“

“She is a favorite person. To me.”

Usually when people say they want the kids to come to formal events, I smile and shrug my shoulders and say politely, “Really, don’t feel pressure to invite them. It’s okay.”  But inside I’m shrieking, “Are you crazy? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!”

If we do get invited to a wedding en masse, I try to make excuses as to why the kids can’t make it. “Oh, they’re all busy! Baseball and soccer and stuff. Henry joined the Peace Corps so he’ll be abroad. But put Joe and I down for the tenderloin. And what kind of cake are you going to have?”

But this time, I made an exception, because Miss Jennifer was getting married.

We met her…

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