And so, my birthday dinner was also what we liked to call the In-laws Summit 2012. (Trust me, I have done braver things. Like eat cheese in the presence of my future husband.) In the spirit of togetherness, Sarge suggested we bring Hemingway to dinner so my mother could tune in via Skype. We did not. But it made me laugh thinking about it. And Sarge got major points with Mom when I mentioned it to her. She also thinks…
I have a confession to make. I have not been planning/dreaming of my wedding since I was six years old. There are no scrapbooks, files, dog-eared wedding magazines from the ‘80’s. The first and only time I made any kind of short-lived scrapbook, I glued my fingers together. True story. Two and a half years ago, I began to picture myself married. To Sarge. Being married, that is. Not the wedding. And so, when we began to discuss what the…
