tonight i headed to the suburbs.
i stood in the large, well-lit kitchen.
i washed the lettuce. and dried it.
60 minutes on the television.
i chopped the apples, toasted the slivered almonds.
prepared a meal for the people i most love.
and i thought. this will be such a nice life i'll live,
this cooking (well, salad-making) on a sunday night in a home of my own.
but not yet.
family
mamma
cousin.
how to describe kevin?
kevin feels like my three-year-old-soul-mate.
does that make sense? not really to me either, but that's the only way i can think to describe it.
he, more than anyone else, calls me out. he reminds me to laugh, to smile, balks at my particular brand of girl-crazy and laughingly guides me back to sanity.
but more than anything else he reminds me that life is fun. it's meant to be fun. and thank god for that.
happy birthday, kevin. and thank you.
a perfect arizona weekend.
the arizona landscape.
a spring training game between the angels and giants (see #55 there? that's matsui, last year's yankee and world series mvp).
in-n-out's oh-so-crispy french fries.
the loveliest little wedding i've ever seen.
bubbly.
in family
last night after a long day i came home to find a lovely thank you note from my soon to be cousin-in-law (though it feels more like sister-in-law and i love that feeling).
melissa wrote:
thank you so much for the champagne flutes. it was very fitting as you may not know, but brian and i hope to one day drink champagne like the fee's. and i don't mean quantity, but rather any occasion is a good occasion!
and i thought, gosh, do we drink champagne that often? (ironic, in that a friend and i had just had dinner in the west village and champagne was the drink of choice).
but then i smiled.
goodness, i sure am glad to come from stock that considers any occasion a reason to celebrate.
life is sweet and champagne is good.