Last week it was family events keeping us busy, this week it is (mostly) school events. I started to look forward to mid-June when our schedule calms down, but then I remembered something crucial: Clover will be on summer break. Here. Begging to watch TV, hogging the phone, barking for a drink and fighting with her brother. Her visits home from college will pretty much go the same way, I expect.
My apologies to all of those on my twitter feed for the drunken tweets I thought about sending during my cousin's graduation party. Thankfully for Twitter, the restaurant was in a cell phone service dead zone. I'm sure I would have written a haiku to Midori Sours. There is nothing like an open tab and a generous bartender on a kid-free night out.
There's also nothing like an impaling appetizer at a family wedding shower the next day.
My baby riding the rocking horse made for me by my Great, Great Uncle Tony (he was great, but those aren't adjectives. I come from a huge Italian family) when I was Rocket's age.
Because all cupcakes must be documented:
We seem to be surrounded by a wedding epidemic, which is fun, but it's also interesting to see couples in that early stage. To those squabbling over wedding details or those too focused on only the wedding and the party aspect, I wanted to say that it doesn't get any easier than where they are now. The wedding minutia doesn't matter and isn't worth arguing over, and also a marriage is much more than the 30 minute ceremony a party afterward. When I said aloud this weekend (although not to the engaged couples because I am sometimes successful at keeping my big mouth shut) that a relationship doesn't get any easier after marriage, people seemed to look at me like I was calling out for help. Hardly. Yet, that doesn't make what I said less true. It's not butterflies and rainbows all the time. It's also work. It's give and take. Being less honest about that side of things doesn't help anyone.
Eight years later, I love Kevin more than I did then, if possible. In his first few anniversary cards to me, he always wrote "We've been through so much this year," until I told him to please stop because it was a downer. We did go through a lot those first few years - job loss, miscarriages (one horrific), dealing with babies, and general life stuff - and while we're far from the finish line (I was raised Catholic where the finish line defining a successful marriage means death), we're good. And we've got cupcakes.