The Mulder family (that’s us) headed 8 hours South Friday to St. Louis for a family wedding. My cousin was getting married and word was there was gonna be a party. I took 1 photo the entire time. It’s hard to take photos when there are so many people to hug. Blog, meet Gus and his cousin Laila- sleeping off some serious dancing at the reception. And, I mean that. They are AT THE RECEPTION, in the back corner of the American Legion hall snoozing in a broken playpen while we YMCA-ed.
Actually, there was no YMCA-ing. But, there was a photo booth. And, thank goodness for that or I’d have only Gus and Laila to speak for the entire weekend. [This photo strip counts for last’s week’s portrait photo and this week’s portrait. Thank you.]
Curt and I will be married 6 years in one month. It’s hard to believe we are well on our way to writing our own story. I spent a lot of time this weekend looking at my family… my enormous family that is so very close, even across the miles. There were books and books of stories sitting side•by•side in that church. Stories of war and drought. Of cancer and hurt and booze. Of lost jobs and heartbreak.
But in those same books, among those very same characters, I have never heard more laughter. I have never seen more honesty, more hope, or more loyalty. We are all so very much family… and all our broken pieces fit perfectly together when push comes to shove. We are an amazing family. So fun, and absolutely tough as nails.
Aimer’s wedding was the beginning of a new chapter, a continuation of one story, and the middle of yet another. We’re all mixed in there somewhere. We all celebrated, and it was good. It takes all those stories and all those characters and all those years to make a party a -celebration-.
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My parents took Rylie Girl back to Texas with them for the week. Please excuse me while I take the rest of this week to sew and decorate and edit and make applesauce and go to stores I am not allowed to with a sticky 3.75 year-old. Gus is hours away from crawling, and there are a few things that need to happen before my life is officially over.
I’ll be back Monday next with a whole new spring in my step. Hope your weekend was fabulous. Love you. *Mwah*