Save the Date

J:  We received the Save the Date postcard for our nephew's wedding several months ago.  But in our dad's mind, the date has been bookmarked since the engagement was announced.  Granted, he doesn't know when it is, nor can he really say what it is, but he knows that something big is in the offing.  Not a day goes by that he doesn't reference it in some way.  He will begin with hand gestures.  Sort of a rounded-hands, all encompassing sort of gesture followed by a pushing forward motion (sending them down the aisle??) Then he'll ask when everyone will start showing up.  I'll ask "dad, are you talking about the wedding?" And of course he will say yes (almost looking alarmed that I felt the need to ask).  So then we review when the wedding will take place and when we can logically expect people to start showing up.  

His next train of thought leads to more hand gestures.  These are usually confined to him running his hands up and down his chest.  This is followed by an anxious look.  I know then that he is concerned that he is running out of time to pick up his tuxedo.  So I reassure him that the tux has been ordered and it will arrive,  along with the people, in plenty of time for the event.  Now we just need to convince him that he can't wear his sandals with the tux . . .

Suffice it to say that we have learned our lesson about talking about events that are a ways off.  One day, one hour, one minute at a time is the best way to navigate the day with G.

9 days til the wedding . . .