Monday Musings and More Molly and MichaelPosted: October 27, 2008
Ok, so the wedding was fabulous. Beyond fabulous, actually. One of those where you are having a ton of fun from start to finish and everywhere in between.
Beautiful bride, emotional groom, amazing reception hall, delicious crab cakes and some of the best friends you could ever want to have some fun with. There are pictures all over the place if you are part of my facebook world.
If not, and you want to see some, I can’t do any better than sending you here. Except, well, if you want to see the kissy face photo of me and someone who isn’t my wife. For that, well, I’m not even sure I’ll show you. 😉
So this whole blogging thing for me happened because of Molly. And from there, well, the world just extends. I’m emailing with her mom, I’m meeting other bloggers and I hear about her aunt in California reads every word I write. (I’m thinking it’s the kid pictures.)
So there we are at the wedding. Actually, after the wedding, before reception, enjoying some libations in a pretty cool establishment, when it happens:
“Um, I am.”
“I read you all the time. I’m Molly’s Aunt from California.”
Let me refresh here. She picked me out of the crowd. There was no Molly there to say, “that’s him over there.”
Nope, she found me, approached me and completely made my day. And, Nina, I hope you’ll keep reading! Heck, leave me a comment every now and then — just so I know.
And, talk about feeling guilty, here’s one for you. As I mentioned, I’ve exchanged emails with Molly’s mom over time. First, just so I could tell her that her daughter was fabulous, that she did well while she was here and that she was going on to a much better situation.
Then, she helped ground me with talk about hemangiomas (or, that nasty puffy and red spot on Erin’s lip that you’ve no doubt noticed in her pictures). Turns out Molly’s sister had one when she was little and her mom was telling me all this great stuff about dealing with it and what not. Stuff only someone that had gone through something would know.
So, I guess in a sense, we had a bond going. So I asked her to save me a dance at the wedding. She talked about how she didn’t really dance, and I was like, that’s fine, a slow dance will work.
Well, guess what? Idiot here never danced with the mother of the bride. Yeah, I know. Then, this morning, she beats me to the email punch and says that one of her regrets that day is not getting our promised dance. Ugh, can I feel any smaller?
So, I send her a note back and apologize for not getting the dance in and for not saying goodbye before we left. Which is what I should have done. It’s what we always do at weddings. Thank the parents of the bride. Yet, somewhere in this madness, the moment was lost. But, I told her that I was happy to at least have had the chance to say hello and chat a bit about being so lucky to share in the joy of the day.
And, how does she respond? This is word for word:
“I didn’t get to thank you for coming, for being a good boss and friend to Molly, an important person in her life. So we are even.”
I mean, seriously? See, there are good people out there. And, you know what, it’s a pleasure to be around them.