When My Family Makes Me Feel Less Crazy...

I'm back SOSers!!  ...Yes I have missed you, too!

I returned earlier this week to the sticky, arduous tropical Miami Beach heat that leaves my clothes on perma-damp due to the approximate 182% humidity and my incessant horse-like sweating.  YUM.  Plus, pedaling on my beach cruiser isn't so whimsical when the "they-grow-em-big-in-Miami"-sized insects stick to my skin like flypaper as I whiz by.  More YUM for those of foreign to you Miami suck-your-will-to-live summers.  You're welcome.

So anyways, back in Miami it's been a little bit of a letdown for this MoH after the completion all the wedding festivities.  I'm very happy to be back though, and especially happy to be near Gannon again.  But, it's like I'm still reeling from all these joyous, once-in-lifetime family memories that began over six weeks ago with the bridal showers, culminated in my sister's wedding, and (because we know how to keep the party going) we even had a "Welcome Home From Your Hawaiian Honeymoon" party for the newlywed SOS couple and then oh wait what's this oh hi you've just hit the wall of OVER.  

So the other night, Gannon was out of work early enough for dinner.  Of course, this means we were saying grace around 9:30pm, but regardless I was excited to try out a new recipe for a turkey spinach burger.  (Sidenote: It was really good, I swear.  He ate the whole thing and didn't even mention how it looked like a blob of recycled paper pulp mixed with seaweed.)  

In any case, my dear Gannon, who had just finished an 18 hour shift on Ortho Trauma noticed and caringly mentioned that I was not acting myself.  I didn't even realize it, but he was right - I wasn't my usual Tigger-ific self and I'd felt sluggish.  So sluggish, in fact, I didn't feel like GOING TO THE BEACH (from which I live about four blocks away and routinely frequent in order to recharge my superpowers). I didn't even feel like writing.  I couldn't imagine anything that was wrong, though, so I told him I was fine, was really happy, and had a great day.  And though I couldn't put my finger on it, something was bringing me down.  It wasn't until Gannon - the person who I swear knows me better than I know myself - said that maybe I was a little depressed or homesick after the end of the celebrations.  Maybe he's right, I thought. How could he be, though? I'm SO HAPPY about everything and can't stop talking about all the incredible memories and how gorgeous the wedding was and how simply adorable the newlyweds are.   But.  It wasn't until around the middle of that turkey spinach enigma of taste that the floodgates started to bend and sure enough my lower lip started quivering so much it must have resembled The Little Match Girl.

BAM. I am bawling like a total crazy person.

Thank goodness for three things. First of all, thank goodness that Gannon talked with me through my case of the weepies and understood me and continues to make sure that I'm alright. Which I am.  And it sure helped that during dinner that night he even turned on some music with some spectacularly evocative violin to help me cry.  Oh my love, you are wonderful.

Secondly, thank goodness for my Dr. Big Sis.  The day after my teary episode she called me on her way to the Crate and Barrel near my old and her new LA stomping grounds (her new stomping grounds being near the Whole Foods where the Afflecks shop - I KNOW!  They are SO normal!).  During our splendid sister chat she happened to mention that the last couple days these curious waterworks have been appearing, like, more than a few times as well.  EUREKA!  ME TOO!  I thought... and even though I didn't just get married and move out of the house I grew up in, I am feeling a little less crazy by now. 

Lastly, thank goodness for my Mama.  My Dr. Big Sis let me know in our phone convo that my Mom and Dad had planned to have a lovely breakfast and walk at a favorite spot in La Jolla in expectation of this, eh... so-called post-festivity letdown.  (A million points you two for that stroke of insightful brilliance!) So I called my Mom, well, just cause I missed her and was thinking about her.  And sure enough. On the day after my sister officially moved out - the same day that my sister and I found ourselves crying into our loins - there, overlooking La Jolla Cove, my Mom, too, had a moment of tears. Proof that even at these joyful life milestones - full of bittersweet changes and pivotal endings of eras - a few tears must fall.  

And another welcome sign that I am not so crazy after all.

Thanks Mom and Sis for our great conversations and memories, and yes, for making me feel not so crazy.  

I love you.