We played soccer in the backyard today but that quickly morphed into a game of wedding, shocking.

Ellie and Hanna are always the brides and I am the groom, father-of-the-bride, minister or any other male role that is less glamorous than the bride.

They hold marigolds from the pile of dead-heads and put plastic rings on each other’s fingers. After exchanging their vows, everything is sealed with a hug. The vows are sketchy, including “take my ring and we will hug” or, “you are my husband now, everyone will cheer.”

Ellie walks around the corner and emerges with a baby doll stuffed into her shirt, head poking out the neck hole of her wedding dress t-shirt.

At least she waited to have the baby until after she was married.