(I'm DYING for the professional photos to be ready, bee tee dub. DYING. I check my photographer's site hourly.)
I've probably said this before, but seeing my grandparents, while something I try to do at least once a month, is pretty depressing, and inevitably reminds me of my own mortality (which is not something I really like to be reminded of.)
My grandparents didn't come to my wedding. It's too hard for my grandma to get around, and she has "accidents" getting from the kitchen to the bathroom sometimes -- and one is adjacent to the other. We thought for a while that we'd be able to figure something out, but Grandpa called a few weeks before the wedding -- making what he called "the saddest phone call [he'd] ever made" -- and told me they wouldn't be coming after all.
My mom went to visit them a week or two after the wedding, and brought photos. At first Grandma wanted to know what she was looking at, and then she wanted to know why she wasn't there. This time it only took her a little while to keep remembering that she was looking at my wedding photos -- and she seemed really happy about it, she kept looking at them over and over. With my Grandpa, I'm not sure how to handle it. I know he's still really sad that he wasn't there, he said it was something he never thought he would miss. So I feel a little bad talking about it, but I think that's the right way to go, because he should feel as though he could have been there, right? He should know every bit of the ceremony, every detail? I don't know.
I do know that I don't want to get old. It's horrible. I don't want my body to fall apart. I can't stand the thought of it, and I don't know why it doesn't drive everybody else crazy too. Dying is fine; bam, it's over. But getting old? God. I kind of can't believe Hunter Thompson lasted as long as he did. In the bathroom I started crying as I thought about Chris and I getting old, and my first instinct was to hope that if somebody starts falling apart first, it's him. I'd rather take care of him, and watch him wither away, then have to put him through that. Ugh, again though, a robot apocalypse occurring whilst we're still middle-aged is preferred. If the world is going to end, I'd sure like to be around to see it.
HEY, that was depressing! Let's move on!
On Friday my photographer posted the following picture on her blog:
I'm hoping that means that the pictures will be finished soon. I am so eager to see them! But of course, I'm also thinking of all these particular shots that I really want her to have taken, though I didn't, like, tell her about them or anything. There were so many other things to think about in the days leading up to the wedding, that I never got around to giving her a list of "must have" shots. Ah well, they'll be lovely, I'm sure. And besides, I was there, I saw everything -- the day lives on IN MY MIND.
This weekend was Michael's birthday -- Michael is Flapjack's son, and he's now five. His birthday party was at the same place as my wedding! Because it's his grandparents' farm. There was a puppy there! Oh he was so cute.
The weekend before this one was Max's first birthday -- Max is Michelle and Teege's son. He's my favorite kid ever. Here he is making Maxface:
As I say on the Flickr page, I know EXACTLY what Max is saying in this picture, because it's a very distinctive face. He's saying "Uhhhhh." In a thoughtful manner. It's the most thoughtful "uhhhh" you've ever heard. You know, I used to say that I was worried about the day that Max begins to speak (English): what if I won't like him anymore, because he's annoying? I'm not worried anymore. Now I'm just eager to hear what he has to say. Man do I love that kid.
Okay, that was a good finish, right? Back to work. See ya, LiveJournal.