A Perfect 10


One hot summer day, ten years ago, we said “I Do” before a small group of close friends and family.

It was 101 or 110 degrees (depending on who is telling the story), but we still danced with abandon.

I asked everyone to keep me away from red wine so I didn’t stain my dress, but then went on to drink vodka and cranberry juice all night.

There was no tossing of the bouquet, no garter belt, no chicken dance, but we cut the cake together, danced to our song, and kissed anytime a glass was clinked.

We said no to a limo, but rode off into the night on the back of a chauffeured paddle boat.

The year was 1999, and even though the world (or, at least, Prince) was worried it could all end soon, for us, our lives were just beginning.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

Reunited and It Feels So Good


Our main reason for traveling to Pennsylvania this month was to visit Fairly Odd Father’s aunt and cousin, two people we have grown very close to over the past few years.

We enjoy seeing them so much and consider them such a part of our family, it is almost hard to believe that they were not at our wedding, didn’t receive our first Christmas cards, weren’t invited up to our home for the first several years of our marriage.

For reasons I can’t discuss, it wasn’t until a few years ago that a curious email found its way onto my husband’s computer. It was his cousin, wondering if this was indeed the same boy she had last seen many years ago. I am so thankful for the internet, for its ability to reconnect people in this way—just one Google search and years of distance went POOF! into history.

And, you know who has benefited most from this reunion? The kids, especially my girls.

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They light up when they see their Aunt and their crazy Cousin (who is the one who sent me these photos).

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And D? He’s getting there, but I think he really likes the bike.

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Vacation, All I Ever Wanted. . .

So, we’re on vacation! And, we’re determined to have a blast despite the world’s crappiest vacation weather. It’s almost like we haven’t even left Massachusetts, where it has been wet for so many days, I swear my home is growing a fine coat of moss.

But, we’ve just spent 5 lovely days in Pennsylvania where we gawked at the Amish, rode an authentic steam train (which is probably destroying the ozone layer as I type), screamed in terror at Dutch Wonderland (what can I say? those swings were S-C-A-R-Y), and soaked up much love and affection from Fairly Odd Father’s adorable aunt and cousin. We also saw UP, the movie, and, let me tell you, that movie is hard to watch from behind two hands pressed over the eyes. Did they really have to make the “high in the sky” scenes so authentic? I was either crying over the plot or cowering in my movie seat with sweaty palms.

One thing though? When did my kids get so loud and restless? I haven’t wished for a tranquilizer gun so much in my entire life.

Today, we took a scenic drive through Philadelphia via Rt 76 and arrived in Ocean City, New Jersey to visit FOF’s aunt and uncle. The rain, bless its little soul, decided to follow us here, but that didn’t stop us from running on the beach and getting what is known as “ocean hair”.

We leave tomorrow, just in time for the sun to come out. Isn’t that a funny coincidence? Ha! Ha!

I’ve also heard that it will be raining when we get back home. I’m putting a hit out on Mother Nature.