You could say I clean up well.
But that would be an understatement. More accurately, I was the best-looking miniature groomsman in town.
I hated to outshine everybody like that, but I had an important job to do as the official ring bearer for Garrett and Morgan’s wedding. But I wasn’t the only one responsible for ensuring the success of those Goodenough vows. My ordained-minister-Mother was tasked with performing the act of marriage.
Just call us “The Dream Team.”
So after posing for several pictures with my wedding-party fan club,
the big moment arrived to show off my ring-bearing skills. That’s when I grabbed my pal Cora, informed the guests that the beautiful bride was coming, and then smiled my way down the aisle LIKE. A. CHAMP.
If it wasn’t for me and mom flawlessly executing our duties, Garrett and Morgan might not have become husband and wife that day. But luckily, this story doesn’t only have a happy ending; it also has a happy beginning…
Let me introduce you to the newly-weds: Mr & Mrs. Goodenough!
Overwhelmed by a sense of accomplishment at the conclusion of the ceremony, I buckled myself into the car seat and passed out with pride. But my job wasn’t done. After that well-earned power nap, it was time to rip it up on the dance floor!
And by “rip,” I mean my pants. And by “pants,” I mean my $180 tuxedo rental pants.
Oops. Well, if that isn’t evidence of a good time, I don’t know what is. Besides, we can’t really put a price tag on fun, right?
Answer: “Yes, we can… once we get the bill.” Source: (A. Goodenough, personal communication, February 24, 2018.)
So while Garrett and Morgan celebrated a holy matrimony, my parents experienced something different: “a hole-y matrimo-knee.” Guess which pair left as a happy couple:
… Just as it was meant to be! It was their day. It was their love story. It was perfect. And it was an honor to take part in it.
Congrats, Morgan & Garrett! I hope I did you proud!