I loved you like a long lost brother

My baby brother was married last weekend (the above photo is a few years old though).

It is hard to believe he is a 29 year old married man, I still see him as this little blonde twerp running around trying to hit me with his He-Man sword.



We traveled to San Diego on Wed. to make a bit of a vacation out of the whole thing. My kids traveled EXCELLENTLY - we are totally ready for our first over seas trip, I say. And rumor has it my other bro and sis-in-law might be moving to London for a year, so there is a distinct possibility that will be our first foray across the pond.

Anyway. the weather was a lot colder in CA than I'd expected. I'd planned on catching some waves but 60 degree water temps and a newly healing port don't make for a surfing queen. My boys braved the waves for a bit though, tougher than I, they are.

I did get a bit of shopping in and a very nice lunch with fellow CFer Cowtown - aka Kelly. We had a good laugh over the fact that we were both hacking away at our table. I love hanging out with other cystics. It's something I never did before the last few years and I feel I missed out on it as a kid. The commraderie in the just knowing the person with you shares your secret is really fulfilling, so I owe Kelly a big thanks for making the drive down to see me - despite a phone call from ym ten year old saying, "Mo-om, when are you coming back? This is a fmaily vacation, not a friend vacation!" oy. No rest for the mommas.

The wedding was a success. No one said, "I OBJECT!" The bride was gorgeous and my bro looked great. All the girls think he is a stud. I still see twerp-head when I look at him, but I am proud when ladies fawn about knowing he is my baby bro. Once when I was a cocktail waitress in a Mexican joint, we did a Christmas gift exchange and the girl who i got as my giftee asked if she could have my brother for C-mas.







My half sister was there also with her 6 kids. They live in NM and we don't see one another all too often, so that was a nice treat. My kids had a great time with their cousins. Marlee kept calling them her "new cousins."

My mom also turned 60 when we were there. I talked to my son about how important that was, and that both my grandparents were there to witness it. I tried to get him to imagine what it would feel like to see your child turn 60. He said, "I want you to be at my sixtieth birthday!" It was a bittersweet moment, as I would like nothing more.






I didn't take my vest with me, I have yet to travel with that, and I paid for it a bit. During the ceremony I had to do the Darth Vader breathing so as not to cough thinking, "not now! not now!" Funny how glad I am to see that old boy when I haven't in a while. AND, I can now use both shoulder straps when I vest. It took about 3 weeks for that small pleasure (due to nuevo port).

Now we are back to the grind: school, work, etc. I am soo ready for another vacation!