Wedding Interlude

One of my cousins got married this weekend this just outside Philadelphia.

My wife had just returned from work travel only to be right back on the road to another event.

Bless her heart, she is tired and just wants to be with the kids.

It was the first large family event in a couple years, as my father’s funeral being last winter prevented many people from traveling due to Covid.

I realized I always took family for granted.

I mean, wow.

But as I’ve been writing about now for more than six months, clarity is a wonderful thing.

Returning to a healthier and happier version of myself has made me appreciate things so much more than I used to.

As such I derive great joy from so many more sources these days.

Like catching up with cousins that I used to spend summers with in Maine.

And dancing with my aunts to old Ja Rule hits.

And trading stories about my father with his brother and sister.

And I got to spent the day with my brother as well, whom I don’t see as often as I’d like to.

And then today we got up, ate a tremendous breakfast at a very traditional and very satisfying East Coast diner.

Then we went to the Barnes Collection in downtown Philadelphia to peep some amazing art before heading back to being busy parents again.

Gracious to have spent a great weekend with family, gracious to Mimsy and Popsy for looking after the kids while for the night, and gracious to pick those kids up and get back home.