I achieved a huge milestone this past weekend. I was able to go 4 ½ hours without having the armadillo and the lil’ lamb attached to my hip. It may not sound much to some, but to me it is an enormous step forward. We had a wedding to go to and left the boys with their grandma. As B-Dad and I were leaving, we said goodbye to the armadillo and he waved, saying “bye bye”. I turned around and headed for the door, quickening my step a little. I was fearful that he would start crying and running towards us. Never happened. We walked out to the car and then I thought he might be crying at the window. That didn’t happen either. Part of me was relieved that he was able to deal with us leaving, but the other half of me was a little distressed. Just a little part of me was wondering, “Did he miss us? Is he going to miss us? Why isn’t he going to miss us?” But I know I should be thankful that he handled our departure well. I am.
B-Dad and I then headed off to a friend’s wedding that Saturday morning. It was held at the Ritz Carlton in San Francisco. Everything was just lovely. The weather was ideal, not too hot and not too cold. The ceremony was short and sweet. The food was fantastic. I especially loved the desserts of course. In lieu of a wedding cake, the happy couple had cupcakes. That was a fabulous idea. The cupcakes looked so beautiful and tasted quite scrumptious as well. I particularly enjoyed the lemon flavored one. The frosting was a lemon cream cheese mix, topped with a sugar-candied lemon zest … lip-smacking good! I wish I could have taken a couple home with me. There also was a caricature artist set up inside so you could have your portrait done. B-Dad and I had ours done, and it looked pretty good. Everyone said it looked just like me, but I’m not completely convinced. I’ll have to have B-Dad scan it so I can post it here.
As the minutes went by it became easier to accept the fact that my children were not with me. I recognized the actuality that they were in good hands with my MIL, their grandma. We got home later that afternoon and found the armadillo in good spirits. He was not injured nor suffering from any pain or anguish. I couldn’t wait to give him loads of hugs and kisses. I asked him if mama could give him a kiss. The armadillo replied “no”, then walked away. But I didn’t care what he said. I grabbed him, held him tight and planted a good wet one on his cheek.
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