weekend away

Saturday, July 21st was Uncle Bill's funeral. I went home for the funeral and left my husband and kids behind.

It was a beautiful service. There was music and people and food and it was perfect. A lot of his immediate family came, and i swear the musical DNA in that chapel was incredible. i've never heard so many people sing so perfectly on key and in perfect harmony. I'm sure Uncle Bill was happy with it, picky as he is with his music.

But I realized something. Not only do I suck at social grieving and sharing emotion with others in general, dead people make me physically ill. i caught a glimpse of him in that casket and my stomach filled with knots and i got light-headed. i turned and went back to the chapel where i found my perfect grieving spot - the piano. it was quiet, i was alone and there were no dead bodies in the room.

 i know... i have the emotional maturity of a 5-year old. what else is new?

besides the funeral, i thoroughly enjoyed bonding with my brother over animal-style cheeseburgers, cancun-fried shrimp tacos, chips and guac and dying with envy over his Angels' helmet nachos. I guess, if there's one thing we'll always have in common it's love of food that absolutely horrifies my mother and sends our cholesterol levels into orbit just by their very presence... let alone ingestion. delish.

i missed my sisters but enjoyed my brothers (sans Jared, who would've assisted me in my inappropriate response and awkward laughter) and got some good chatting/laughing in with my grandma-jo, aunt sue and cousins. it's so fun to get together when we don't have our kids around. it's like we're all giggly teenagers...well, except for baby Gwen... i swear, my cousin Jenny gave birth to the fattest, sweetest, most lovable baby on the planet. i'm pretty jealous of anyone who gets to snuggle that squishy chunk on a daily basis. oh, she was yummy.

i love my family.

i missed my kids. i desperately wish i could've been home on Saturday. they had a lot going on that weekend. Jace had everything planned for perfect execution on a crazy day and i was a little nervous that he was going to do it a lot better than me.

i was a little relieved that he'd missed some key things... making them their smoothies and having them practice their piano while i was gone.

and the house wasn't spotless. and he bought them mcdonald's for dinner on saturday.

and he was sooooooo tired when i got home.

:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)

it's good to be home.