The truth is that I was not completely honest with you last week. I wasn't just busy and running around. The truth is is that I was traveling up to Pennsylvania (Oklahoma PA, exactly, if you can wrap your head around that. We also have an Indiana, PA) to surprise my grandparents at their Surprise 50th Wedding Anniversary party. See, Grandma reads my blog, and I couldn't give it away! But the party went off tonight, and although not all of the plans fell together, it was a roaring success. And afterwards, a group of us went to my Aunt Sue's house and drank tea and laughed and talked.
I have some pictures of the event which I will put up here once my tail (and Duke's) is safely back in SC where we (currently) belong. There is one picture that will be absent, though, and its the one I just couldn't take; the picture that would convey how it felt to sit around a rough-hewn table in my Great Aunt's kitchen, laughing and talking in the yellow-y glow of the incandescent lighting, visiting with family I haven't seen in too long, celebrating a love that has weathered a half a century. I want that picture, because I don't want to forget what it felt like tonight. But I don't think any picture would have captured it adequately. So I chose to forgo the inevitable disappointment and try to capture it in my memories.
I might not always remember it, but I'm gonna try, because tonight was one for the memories.
And thats the truth.
Exhausted from the weight of my lies,
p.s.- I miss Handsome.