Jones's first trip to Charleston is hardly worth mentioning. We were in and out of town in about 18 hours, which didn't leave time for much more than a total meltdown at Ryan and Jessi's wedding. Bless his heart. He actually did great during the ceremony. It was held at the Island House on John's Island. But by the time the reception started, the Charleston humidity had combined with Jones's lack of an afternoon nap to create a storm of tropical proportions. I've seriously never seen him that inconsolable, which, of course, made me just about as inconsolable. Needless to say, he didn't make the greatest first impression on the Johnson branch of the family, and I'm not sure they were all that proud of me, either.
Thankfully, though, Jones went to bed easily and woke up his same sweet self on Saturday morning.
It's a good thing.
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