This weekend, one of my many nieces is getting married. I always look forward to parties thrown by my in-laws. They really know how to have a good time. This party in particular should be spectacular because my sister-in-law who is throwing the party really knows how to throw a good party. She plans everything right down to the wire. Things I'd never think of. Brilliant.
I'm a little nervous about this wedding though. See, I have a small role in it. It seems my soon to be nephew-in-law comes from a church with a deaf population. So, my niece asked me to interpret for the wedding. Since I love my niece more than my pride, I accepted. However, it's been a long time since I have interpreted anything. Sure, I still sign while I drive. That's how I practiced in college. I'd just sign whatever was on the radio. I still do that. And the kids ask me every once in a while how to sign something. However, I can't imagine the priest doing a lot of talking about dogs and milk at my niece's wedding. So I'm nervous.
I'll just do my best. I'm a little rusty. But even if I flub it up, I imagine the deaf people will get what's going on. It is a wedding. And if I get stuck, I can always talk about dogs and milk.