to spend this past weekend in some of the prettiest parts of SoCal, like Pasadena and Malibu, where I
attended an amazing wedding. Good people, good food and good ceremony (not to mention dancing like a crazed 16-year-old to
Cyndi Lauper,
Journey, and
Hava Nagila) were just what the doctor ordered. It's good to be reminded these days - when so much of the news we all hear is bleak and dour - that simple things, like a young couple, aloft in chairs on their wedding night, starting a new life together under the watchful and tearfully joyful eyes of the families that nurtured them, are what matter most. (Was that a run-on sentence, or am I just up typing too late?) Actually, the older I get, the more I think that those are the kinds of things that matter at all, really.
It's always good to be home, though, even if it means I'll be knee-deep in last-minute novel editing until the end of the month and teaching until the Christmas season offers a break.
It's okay, though. It's all good.
I am exhausted by work and kids, and love and responsibility. But mostly, like I said, I am blessed.
