My brother (the godfather) showed Herculean strength holding the Chimp in one arm throughout almost the entire ceremony and Gern (the godmother) was a real trooper, standing up in front of a strange crowd (our family), taking part in a bizarre ritual a la the Byzantine Era, all the while having hot wax drip across her fingers. I hope I get to return the favour some day - Lord knows I owe her!
We all headed back to my parent's place afterward for a bite to eat and it was strangely relaxed. My family was all there, loud as ever and the Hubby's family was also there, though not seeming traumatized by my family in the least. Nor by having to spend time with each other either. It's a bizarre situation at best with the Hubby's family, and if you know the story, you know why. If not, it's not really my place to tell it. (sorry!) It could be that we are all just getting used to each other - it was a totally pleasant day!
Apparently the only thing left for us to do is to head back to the church one Sunday to take communion (which, I'm pretty sure I've never done before!) and get the paper work taken care of. One more tradition I can check off my list!
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Mazel Tov to the Chimp! (And Gern for becoming a Godmother.)
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