This weekend, while my house was finally on its way to looking cute, I was on my way to Sarnia for a family wedding.
Let's just pause a moment to admire actual PAINT on my walls.
Yes, it's a good feeling.
But instead of finishing up the cuteness, I went to my cousin's wedding. It was a great opportunity to catch up with the family, although they weren't all able to make it, which was too bad. It was a lot of fun. My cousin looked beautiful in the dress that my aunt made her and I thought: that's the dress style that I would choose... you know, if I were to ever get married. And even though people kept asking me, I'm not even engaged, so there won't be another family wedding soon.
However, I am hoping to have people over for a house-warming party this summer. Which is really quite similar to a wedding, minus the pretty dress and jewelry and ridiculous costs, if you think about it.
It's weird that at the wedding, I just had more views into how much work a marriage and kids are. I saw my cousin's baby for the first time. One month old. And a handful of fussiness. I imagine that the baby will grow out of it, but for the time being I can only envision how horribly I would deal with that situation. There's a reason why people try to have a baby with someone who can help them not go insane...
1 comment:
Ah, but it's so much easier to deal with your baby crying than someone else's. And it does help to have a parenting partner who is both sane and calming.
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