Hey, it Wednesday morning. It was beautiful yesterday, but suppose to be cooler today. Have you checked out that wind? Fierce at times. This is just what you needed, huh? A weather lady . I am plum giddy from this weather.
My son Jer is thirty-four. When he was about two and a half his cousin Bobby got married. They were married at Mom's church but Dixie had the reception at their house. I was excited. I wanted my boy to have a suit for the wedding. We both agreed he needed a suit for the big day. So off we went to Sears. We decided on a dark blue jacket with blue plaid pants. We also bought a dress shirt and tie. He was slick. His Dad and I thought he looked just wonderful. I also bought a new dress at Sears and usually they were out of our price range. But heck we thought, Bobby's getting married. A family wedding, we were going to looking our best.
The big day arrived. The ceremony went well. I had promised Dixie I would help with the reception. So we hurried back to the house. And their were others of our family helping too. Together we got everything set up. A champagne fountain, the works. The house was crowded. Dixie had not known the girls family. She had only talked to the Mother on the phone. They had a large amount of her family come. Dixie, I and the others were kept busy getting and keeping everything running smooth. Refilling bowls, all that good stuff. I thought Jer was with his Dad. Well he started out with his Dad. It just didn't turn out that way.
Bud and Dixie had bought that house about four years earlier. It had been built for them in a new development. The street was gravel, the drive was gravel. When ever it rained the yard become muddy because the yard was not seeded well yet and the drive become muddy too. Al came into the kitchen. "Is Jer in here with you?" he asked. I shook my head no as a nervous feeling came into my stomach. For the last minute I had been hearing the roar of laughter coming through the laundry room door. That door led to the garage and the drive. "Oh no," I thought. I ran for the laundry room, out the garage door. There was a group of strangers, the brides family, circled around this giant mud puddle. They were drinking champagne and having a great time watching something. All of a sudden this small figure with flying hair bounced up into the air into view. The figure was covered with mud. My heart sank, for there was Jer, my bouncy, trouncy Jer. Bouncing up and down in the middle of that mud puddle. In his brand new suit. His eyes were shining. He was having the time of his life. He was the center of attention. I rushed to the edge of the puddle, shooting mean glances at all the adults who hadn't even tried to get a small child out of a mud puddle.
"Jeremy Preston," I yelled sternly. "Get out of there now." Smiling he shook his head no. He wa shaving a great time. Why in the world would he want to come out? I had to get him, I knew that. The people parted as I waded in, new dress and all. I picked him up. He did not want to go. Holding my head up as high as I could I stalked out of puddle and through the kitchen headed for the bathroom. we were leaving mud and water with every step. He was covered from head to toe. Dixie looked up. Her face paled, "Good grief Billye, what happened." I couldn't speak. I just kept moving.
I got in the bathroom and locked the door and started trying to clean him up. "Jer," I wailed. "Why did you do that." He just kept laughing. He was so dang happy. I know people will say I probably should have spanked him. But I could not do it. He was so delighted. How do you get mad at a first rate puddle bouncer. He looked just like he had springs on his feet. As I stood looking at his muddy little face and that big smile. I had to smile too. So him and I in our muddy clothes and his Dad, left the party early. Thats okay really I didn't much like the brides family anyway.
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