| Yet Another Fabulous Wedding Weekend | | Date Created: Jun 11, 2006, 09:24 PM |
Will and I just got back from a wonderful weekend in Sarasota at the wedding of a very dear friend. Unfortunately I couldn't drink because I got a stomach bug in Peru and you're not supposed to drink with the medicine I have to take. While it made the social interaction a little less "fluid" than usual, Will and I had a marvelous time and I substituted tonic for the vodka in my favorite summertime cocktail vodka and cranberry with lime. Will and I were SO young when we got married, and it worked for us! We had no expectation of what a wedding or marriage should be like so with both we've just made it up as we go along. But as we get older and our friends do, too, (sorry guys, we're all in this together!), I think all aspects of the weddings take on more palpable significance. I cry more at weddings now than I used to. Maybe because I now have the life experience to know what's at stake. I notice less of the decorative details and notice more the faces on the couple as they dance and the toast the best man gives. I guess I'm getting more serious in my old age! How this all relates to this past weekend, though, is that by all accounts Jack and Anna are an incredible couple and I was very blessed to witness the start of their married life together. I love being married to Will, and going to good weddings reminds me all over again why we stay married. There's also the fact that we'd never wish taking care of the boys alone on even the most evil person on the face of the planet. So I guess as long as we can tolerate each other's existence on this planet, we're stuck with each other.
In less heavy news, I missed the boys. I really didn't miss them while we were in Peru except when we were stuck in the airport and I felt as if I were helpless to get to them when I needed to. Last week was busy, but better than it has been. They are still rowdy, destructive, and argumentative, but a little less whiny and a lot more fun. I had pegged James as unimaginative when I in a funk, annoyed by his inability to entertain himself or play along with anything. But last week in the car, James made up a song. A complete original. All on his own! Right on the spot! It goes like this (and for the best effect, nod your head to the rhythm:
George is on the gate,
And he's on his way.
See it in the morning,
And the gate is shut!
Repeat.
Bravo, James. I love you!
Tonight I told George I loved him and he said, "I love you, too."
When we got back from our trip we went over to my grandparents' and my grandad took us in his golf cart to his friend's house where the boys picked cherry tomatoes. It was just a nice outing--completely ordinary and yet a little bit magical. And the tomatoes tasted good, too. John ate them [s]"tem" and all.
So tomorrow's Monday and I hope by then I'm still glad to be back. I'm taking the boys to an allergist at the pediatrician's suggestion. I have no idea what to expect. Shots? Blood drawn? Waiting for hours? I don't know. Even though they've had the boys all weekend, the saintly grandmothers are going with me so that the boys don't outnumber the me. I think I'm going to assign one grown-up to each boy with his own bag of snacks and books. This could be fine or this could be very very bad.
Have an awesome start to your week. I can't wait to write more about Peru. When things get stressful I transport myself back there in my mind. Back on Todd and Jessica's screen porch, in the plastic rocking chair, sipping coffee, reading a book, glancing up to chat, deciding whether to play cards or Trivial Pursuit...ahhhhhhh |
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