We Do, Again.


Our wedding reception was last night and Dan and I had a fabulous time.  We kept it fun and informal, read vows we’d written to each other (okay, Dan wrote his and in my usual proscrastinating manner I put doing mine off for so long I had to wing it), ate great food, drank yummy sangria and visited with friends and family.

I also had one of the best days health-wise I’ve had in a long time.  Though I was tired and a little stressed, I had almost zero symptoms all day.  Someone up there was definitely looking out for me.

The thing about a party celebrating a new marriage is the amount of love in the room.  There is the love I share with Dan and seeing him so handsome in his suit made me proud to be his wife.  There is my family, particularly my mom, to remind me of who loved me first in my life and continue to love me and help me to no end.  There are my friends, who make me laugh when I am down in the depths of my disease and care for me like only “chosen family” can do.  My heart wants to burst when I think about all of these people taking time out of their busy lives to be there for us.

My wish for everyone is to know love like this each and every day of your lives.

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Family Vacation


Day Two–thought I’d get an early start on today’s post and even have inspiration!

And yes, I will admit that an episode of Tori and Dean was what inspired me. They took their family on an RV trip across the country and it actually left me longing to do something similar.

Add that to finding a Facebook page for one of the many tourist attractions my family visited when I was a child and it was a formula for a post!

After growing up driving and camping for every vacation as a kid, I swore I was never going to do that again. Vacation should be a flight, a hotel and a beach.

But then I realized what I am missing when I limit myself this way. All the kitschy, tacky, glorious tourist traps that are so American.

The good (like an idyllic camping spot on a lake in Vermont) and the bad (camping behind a gas station in Flagstaff while my brothers both had raging cases of stomach flu) are all part of fond memories now.

The cheap souvenirs that I treasured as a kid. The photos of caverns and forts and theme parks.

Home movies of my dad washing dishes at the campsite, my mom managing to look glamorous while taking care of three kids and only having a communal bathroom to primp in.

Our family pets along for the ride.

The other families who came along and saved us from getting too bored and/or mad at each other and committing homicide.

My dad telling us an Indian shot the cigarette right out of his mouth as we drove through Arizona.  Pardon the stereotype but as a 5-year-old it was totally believable. 

Making new friends at every campground we stayed at.  For a sometimes shy little girl, it was a major achievement. 

And the absolute, utter relief of pulling into our driveway and being home again. 

Excuse me while I go research RV rentals!