First Wedding

DISCLAIMER: This was one of those precious stories we will always remember, but if you gross out easily, please enjoy the cute picture and don't read on.
Here goes: It was a long awaited day and family and friends of Jenna and Colin Summers all gathered together for a special ceremony. The bride was gorgeous, fall colors were everywhere, and guests were dressed in their best. Taylor was decked out in a gorgeous fall dress (thanks, Michelle!), new shoes, tights... the works. Isn't it every mother's joy to dress up and show off her beautiful baby girl to the family for the first time?
The ceremony was beautiful... or so we heard.
The trouble all started just before the ceremony when Taylor was enjoying a bottle. I watched her grunt...felt a rumble on my lap... and I smelled that all too familiar smell. No big deal. I let her finish up and headed for the bathroom for a routine change, wipes and new diaper in hand. A routine change it was not. In fact, it may have been the biggest blow out to date. Thankfully the bathroom had more wipes... key word, HAD. I hope nobody else was counting on those being there because we used every last one. As I was cleaning Tay's explosion out of tights, dress (sorry, Michelle!), baby, changing table, side table, and myself, I must have lost track of time because Thomas came knocking on the bathroom door. "Is everything ok in there?" "NO! HELP," I cried. Thomas quickly moved into action. So, there we were, our little family, in the women's bathroom with a semi-naked baby cleaning and hand-drying clothes, getting spit-up out of shoes (still not sure how that happened), sanitizing, well, every surface we touched. About 25 minutes later we emerged just to see the bride and groom, now married, coming back down the isle to the back of the church. And this is how we spent Taylor's first wedding... one we will remember for a long time.