Nathan's First Wedding

One Month Old

Saturday, July 2nd was Nathan's one month birthday. He is growing more each day and no longer wears the newborn diapers and most of his newborn clothes.

We had a wedding to attend that day for a friend from work. It was the first Catholic wedding for Jeff and me so we arrived curious as to what might take place. Held at St. Mary's Cathedral in downtown Portland, the ceremony was much more formal than previous weddings we have attended. From the moment we arrived, I could tell it was different because all the men were in suits and the women in cocktail dresses (making me feel too casual in my skirt-shirt combo). It was a beautiful ceremony, the groom (our colleague) was beaming and the bride was beautiful. We felt honored to share in their day!

Nathan endured the hour long ceremony quite well, only fussing a bit near the end. I did give him his first bottle during the ceremony, which he gulped down faster than I could believe. When preparing the bottle, I wasn't quite sure how many ounces he would need, but after a couple quick texts to two friends, thought I had planned accurately. Naturally, there were many volunteers to hold Nathan during the reception, including a gal who is expecting her first in November. She even offered to hold him during dinner so I could eat (which I took her up on)!

We have two more weddings on our calendar this year and we hope that Nate will behave just as well for those.

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