We’ve always been close which makes me the luckiest. The kid is hilarious and can be comfortable around anybody anywhere. He’s very easygoing and has good taste in music and movies. I love this kid, for real.
Bobaloo and I decided to get hitched in ’08 and planned a small mountain ceremony up Boulder canyon. I wanted Kyle to be part of the ceremony and found a cool Paulo Coelho reading for him to deliver.
Most 17-year olds aren’t that stoked about that kind of stuff, but he made the journey on out here and was enthusiastic about his role in the wedding.
I warned him there was one word in the reading that was a little tricky, “vicissitudes.”
Vicissitudes: unexpected changes, especially in somebody's fortunes. Life’s ups and downs.
It was just a heads-up.
The couple of days leading up to the ceremony, Kyle dropped the word vicissitude frequently and comically in the goofiest of sentences.
Getting my shoelaces tied this morning is something of a vicissitude in my life.
Opening this jar of salsa is quite a vicissitude.
You’re really an extreme vicissitude today.
And on and on and on.
We two thought it was hilarious. Everyone else? Probably not so much.
The morning of the wedding came and Bobaloo, Kyle, and I drove up the canyon together. I am not going to lie, I was terrified. I was excited about the nuptials, but that car ride was intense.
I was so panicky before and during the first part of the ceremony I could have cried or collapsed or even chundered.
He stands up and reads loud and clear and looks so handsome and I am so proud of him, I beam.
Then he gets to the word
and flubs it.
I had a hard time containing my giggles.
For the rest of the ceremony and even the rest of the day, everything stopped being so intense and became lighthearted and fun which is what we had wanted.
Leave it to Kyle.
I love that kid.