‘i’ is for Interlaken… as in Switzerland, where Steph and I rode bikes and ate in a meadow. I love that town. To celebrate our graduation, we took a whirlwind tour of Europe for 5 weeks. I got to visit my childhood home, see Ireland and Scotland for the first time, and walk Prague at twilight. It was a dream trip. Except, as she mentioned in last Monday’s comments, for some of our less-than legit accommodations. [This photo completely freaks me out. Weddings do strange things to brides’ bodies.]
‘i’ is for iPod… I heart my iPod. We recently bought a dock for it so we could use it as our stereo. Ry is a big-time dancer after dinner. No excuses. Every. One. Dances. It’s nice to have a small set up with speakers and a radio… and minimal wires. Quick question: is it safe to Goodwill all my cds once they’re on the computer/iPod? I have drawers and drawers of music. I think it’s time to simplify but am scared to let go. Hold my hand, People.
‘i’ is for the Indigo Girls… some of my favorite music of all time. Also, one time, *blush* a boy played me one of their songs on his guitar. It was ‘Closer to Fine.’ *sigh* I doubt he remembers, but that’s ok. It was a good moment in time.
‘i’ is for Isaac… as in Ry’s future husband.
‘i’ is for independent… which I am. To a fault, at times. My parents called me every day for a week when I was a senior and Danny was a freshman at A&M. ‘Have you heard from him?’ ‘Does he have all his books?’ ‘Do you think he’s ok?’ I finally broke down on Day Four and sobbed, “I’M SURE HE’S FINE! And by the way, I’m doing alright myself, thank you very much!” After a surprised pause (and a chuckle) my father said, “Kate, we just don’t worry about you like that. You are always fine.” And that’s when I realized my brother was the favorite I tend to walk alone. I’m always walking toward people, but I often walk there alone. Not in a sad way… certainly not anymore. I just need that space. Space to twirl and pause and meander and sit.
Happy Monday, Folks!
Thanks for all your bloomer love (and photos!) and the sweet comments about Ry’s letter. She blew you all kisses, which in sign-language means thank you.