Again, I am still alive. But barely. Between the county club, wedding showers, out-of-town guests and new babies (my cousin’s brand-new daughter!) there hasn’t been much time even to reflect, let alone write, about life. It has melted into a blur of tea sandwiches and old ladies comparing the best stores for glass-wear, while I stay up till three in the morning with Megan learning things about myself and my sister which I have never thought of before.
The chocolate ran thick this week, the sleep ran thin, and here I am on an empty couch wondering why there shall be one girl in my room tonight, instead of three, piled wherever they can find room to lay down.
I miss them. And I knew that I would. I didn’t want to leave this afternoon, to willingly abandon the warmth of home, and good-byes, and plain, after-company dinners for the stress and heat of the country club. I want the security of myself, to remember who I am when not playing hostess and trying to impress my sister’s in-laws. There is a richness to parties and busyness which is quite similar to that of an eclair: go slowly, two days at least, and drink lots of water. Maybe spread out over a month all this week would have been pleasantly manageable, but sadly we lacked that luxury.
Hmmm. Next time I should tell Kathryn to have a three engagement instead of only two….
