I have to keep this week’s obsessions rather short and sweet — because I’m on vacation and refuse to spend any more time online than necessary.
- (and 2, 3 and 4) FLORIDA LOVE: I’m in Florida for a dear friend’s wedding, and the festivities begin with tonight’s Bachelorette Party. Tomorrow, we’ll lounge by the pool, and then Friday will be the big day! I couldn’t be more excited to celebrate Jamie and Chris, and I’ll get some QT in with the family. Win-win-win.
Since I’m kinda leaving you guys hanging, here’s one of my favorite songs that always reminds me of home. Enjoy 🙂
I thought it was Tuesday for most of the day, once again proving how great I am at being an adult and keeping track of anything.
On one hand, I thought I was being super proactive by figuring out my WOs a day ahead. On the other hand, I fear I’m slowly slipping into madness.
Let’s just get to the good stuff, shall we?
- Jen & Matt Getting Married: I’m heading to Florida this weekend to witness the nuptials of my dear sorority sister/former co-worker and her betrothed. I have no doubt it’ll be a beautiful day and I can’t wait to celebrate with them!
- This Ladybug: Adding to my excitement for this trip is the fact that I’ll finally meet my beautiful niece! She is clearly the cutest child to ever be born, and I can’t promise that she won’t be coming back to NYC with me.
- “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?”: After a few heavy reads, it was time for me to lighten up a bit and reread Mindy Kaling’s hilarious memoir. She is my muse, my everything!
- “Gorilla” – Bruno Mars: These WOs are nothing, if not random, so my only explanation for loving this song is that I’ve gone bananas. Did you see what I did there?
Today is my parents’ anniversary.
33 years ago, they held hands in a church.
They vow to love and support one another so long as they both shall live. Friends and family — and God, lest we forget — witness the start of a long road ahead.
3 years later, they hold hands in a hospital room.
And they hold their baby boy — the first grandson for her family’s side. He will be a pioneer of many things: fearless, curious and stubborn as hell. He will challenge and change their lives forever.
4 years later, they hold hands in another hospital room.
They can’t hold their baby girl —the doctors deliver diagnoses much faster than they delivered the incubated infant. She will be a fighter: for life, for independence and for respect.
8 years later, they hold hands in ICU.
He’s suffered a stroke. She awoke in the night to find him lifeless. The ambulance sirens screamed, waking their children. The kids don’t understand why Daddy doesn’t recognize them. They can’t comprehend the doctors’ advice that Mommy should make funeral arrangements. They have no idea the impact this day will have.
10 years later, they don’t hold hands often.
The kids have moved away, forcing a harsh spotlight on an imperfect marriage. Their separate interests have become time-consuming; missed festivities, massive fights and mangled feelings are all too common. Their love and support is routine, but no longer remarkable.
8 years later, they hold hands on the beach.
Their son and his beautiful wife vow to love and support one another so long as they both shall live. Friends and family — many who were there in June 1980 — witness the start of a new road ahead.
Less than a year later, they hold hands in a waiting room.
He’s got Stage IV liver cancer, the doctors say. He can beat it with chemo, they say. He’s in the best possible care, they say. Everything we inherited — being fearless, curious and stubborn as hell; and fighting for life, for independence and for respect — we’ve never needed them more.
Today is my parents’ anniversary.
And I just pray for another 33 years of hand-holding and kept vows.
As expected, Rachel’s wedding weekend was incredible. With perfect weather, fabulous company and unequivocal love, I was so happy to celebrate their special day in style.
We danced and drank into the night, and a surprise delivery of 100 McDonald’s hamburgers revitalized us all for a few more hours 🙂
The happy couple continues their vacation to Antigua while the rest of us return to reality.
Despite some bruises, broken bones (really!) and bloodshot eyes, we’re all thrilled for Rachel and Clint to become man and wife. Cheers!
How can you be mad with a view like that?
Guest book — wishing as many happy years as there are fish in the sea!
Clint makes his walk down the aisle … like a sorority spirit run 😉
Dad greets Rachel, and we’re all crying by now.
Snuck a quick pic of the newlyweds making a getaway.
Blue velvet cake for the couple.
Stealing twinsie away for a few photos.
With so much to celebrate and so little time, it’s best we just jump right in to this week’s obsessions:
- Pop’s Birthday: My grandpa turns 83 today, making him simultaneously the most seasoned and badass member of the family. Here’s to another year of laughs, love and killing the Sunday crossword.
- Rachel Getting Married: No, not the movie. I’m talking about this Saturday’s nuptials of my twinsie, Rachel, and her ManFiancé. I couldn’t be more excited to spend time with them and the crazy crew.
- The Florida Keys: It’s just so unfortunate I have to travel to the Florida Keys for Rachel’s wedding. Woe is me. Juuust kidding — bring on the sunshine and salty air, stat!
- “Duck Dynasty”: I’m way behind on this one, but I just started watching this hilarious glimpse of self-made millionaires in the Louisiana backwoods. They all say ridiculous things, but naturally, Si is my favorite. He’s a real peach.
I can’t quite believe you’ll be married by this time tomorrow. Even though you said from day one that Stephanie was your future wife, my brain is just now processing that your marriage begins in less than 24 hours.
Nearly all of my childhood memories — as happy as seeing you earn Eagle Scout and as sad as Dad’s stroke — revolve around us being a dynamic duo.
From fights so bad our family questioned us ever being friends to you and Steph taking me in post-college, we’ve managed every level of friendship. We were each others’ most bitter enemies and then the only thing each other had — all within the span of a couple decades.
There’s no doubt in my mind that yours is a marriage that will last a lifetime. The love and respect you two have for each other is admirable, and I know it will only grow as this next chapter begins.
You’ve been there for every milestone in my life, and I’m so thrilled to celebrate this monumental day with you.
With love –Mouse