Today was such a nice day. The Princess, O’Baby, Blondie and I all walked the one and a half miles to Bubba’s school to pick him and his friend up.
It was warm, but very windy. We walked against the wind on the way there, up and down some pretty good hills. It was fun but tough. We had a good time, but on the way home, O’Baby got cranky and The Princess had to speed back to my house ahead of us.
Blondie and I were happy to keep pace with the dawdling boys. When we got home, I grilled some steaks and we all ate outside. Since my new dining table doesn’t arrive until Saturday.
As nice as it was outside, O’Baby had a hard time paying attention to his meal. But we had a nice time together. Even Bro and Koby were there.
It’s been so nice to have my whole family together the past few days. The house is full and loud and happy.
Come to think of it, so am I.
The Princess and I have developed a shorthand way of communicating, since we’ve lived together so long. Sometimes I will be thinking of something to say and it’ll come out of her mouth instead of mine. It’s weird.
Blondie has only been here a day and she’s already synced with us. It must be a family thing. She notices what I notice, she says what her sister thinks. It’s like a constant three-way conversation.
Weird, but nice. Blondie lives such a different life so far away, but she’s so much a part of us. I am comforted by our connection.
When I came home from work tonight, my family was complete. In my home.
Blondie was in from Chicago.
Bro was over for dinner.
The Princess, Koby and O’Baby were paying a visit.
Bubba and Hubby were home.
The house was loud. The music of many voices filled the place. It was home.
I am defined by the people I love. The people I am in love with. My family.
I had high hopes for this weekend.
Actually, I was happy my whole family was able to go to Chicago for my niece’s wedding.
Then I was happy that the only disfiguring bruises were on Bro, and they were easily covered with makeup by The Princess.
Then I was really happy that I got a couple of wonderful family pictures done by the wedding photographer.
Then I was thrilled to see my sister and her kids.
I would have been happy to stop right there. The weekend would have been a complete success just by meeting the above criteria.
But then we danced at the wedding.
I couldn’t restrain Bubba through dessert. He HAD to dance. So he and Bro went out there and danced. It was something to see. The bride hadn’t even had her first dance yet. People hadn’t finished dinner.
Then the DJ played ‘Rock with You.” Hubby and O’Baby hit the floor. And so did The Princess, Blondie, Bro, Bubba and I. We just couldn’t help it.
We passed O’Baby around until he finally said, “Enough” and made us put him down. The boy can shake what God gave him and I’m not lying. The lights and speakers attracted him like a magnet. Everywhere he went, a circle of dancers formed around him. He was clapping and marching and shaking his booty.
Bubba was throwing himself all around the dance floor, spinning and flipping and sweating and smiling.
We must have danced every dance. We did take a time-out when Meeghan and Jimmy had their first dance, but that was probably our only break.
Bro and I sandwiched Blondie a la “Night at the Roxbury.”
We all danced with each other, and with everybody else. If no one else was around we each danced alone.
It was a wonderful night. The food was great, the ceremony was beautiful. We danced until 10:45, when we finally were able to wrestle O’Baby into his coat. He could have gone all night.
How wonderful it all was. We looked good, we danced a lot, we were together. We were so happy.
The evening exceeded any expectation I could have had.
How lucky are we?
Today my beautiful first-born daughter, heart of my heart, turned 26 years old.
She is an adult now. She has a home of her own, two dogs of her own. She works a full-time job, she pays her own bills. She is in a committed relationship, and stays close to her family. She has a vast network of supportive friends.
She is single and living the life of a young adult on her own in Chicago. She will look back on this time in her life when she is older, and be so glad she made the decisions she made, took the path she chose. This is just one phase of her long happy life, and it’s a good one.
I am very proud of her and the woman she’s become. I miss her every single day I am away from her.
I love you, Beauty. Happy birthday.