When we signed up to go to Cousin Courtney's wedding, i thought: "Yey, we get to see aunt babs and auntie Ali and Pia can meet her cousins!"
I didn't think about how I would have been essentially dwindled down to an exhausted single mother by the time the adventure would take place, or about how I would have to jam three people's essentials into my ever-shrinking suitcase, not about how I-being all too comfortable in the warm temperatures of Miami-have no cold weather gear for our youngest family member. I also didn't think to ask until we were all jammed into the car on the way to the airport, how we were getting there.
Left on the sidewalk outside departures with two car seats, several suitcases a double pram and your great grandma...I figured out how it was going to go pretty quick. Thankfully, it turned out Gram was incredibly helpful when you put her to work. Sure I felt kinda bad about putting my 87 year old grandma to work, but, well, desperate times.
We made it onto the first flight without a moment spare. Pia treated it all like the old pro she is. I felt like a novice with a baby on my lap all over again.
Pia only ate half the cookies before getting up and running wildly in circles on a serious sugar high. I should know better. But that definitely gave Ali and Bryn all the more enthusiastic welcome.
Auntie Ali and Cousin Bryn were well worth the wait. Obviously.
It's pretty great that Rafa and Bryn are so close in age. They're so completely different and yet the same its amazing to see. Pia and I had a good time cuddling these guys.
During the day, we visited all of Mamas old haunts. Beaufort is next to where Gram lived and where Auntie Ali and I spent many spring breaks over the years. This place is everything I remember and more.
Kids weren't invited to the wedding itself so we had to get a bit crafty in our execution of the night. I used the "I'm still nursing, I'll go to the wedding and you take the early shift" excuse. Also knows as "while I go watch a beautiful wedding, you take all three babies under three at the witching hour." And even though I left her with my screaming child, Auntie Ali rose to the occasion. As always. She's impressive like that.
This time it was all about the kiddos.
I love you both,