First off....Thanksgiving in the mountains of Maryland. It snowed!! So much snow! We stayed with Andrew's great aunt, who lives out in the country on a farm (although she doesn't have animals these days) and it was so beautiful out there!
We stayed just a short drive away from the Shrine of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton. Therese had been talking for weeks about the "rock that St. Seton sat on," ever since I told her about how I got to sit on said rock when I first visited Maryland for Thanksgiving. Then, we studied St. Elizabeth Ann Seton for the letter "E" in preschool, and Therese was dead set on sitting on that rock! We happily obliged with a visit to that famous rock, as well as a visit to the basilica and shrine itself. It was so amazing - visiting where her relics are, and getting to even see her wedding ring! She is one of those precious married female saints, and she is now so near and dear to my heart. She gives me hope that it is possible to be a saint and a mother!
(Or, as Andrew quipped, "Great. The only way you can become a saint is if I die and then you can do something important." I assured him that he didn't need to die for me to do important things and/or become a saint. ;-)
The wedding we went to was in New Jersey, right across the river from New York City. Would you like to see a picture of our family with the skyline in the background? How about a picture of all of us looking at the camera as the picture is being taken? Would you like that?
So would I. But it's not going to happen. Check back in 15-20 years when we're past our childbearing years and all our children are over the age of 4. ;-)
Andrew was a co-best man in the wedding, completing a trifecta of co-best men weddings that started with ours. It was so wonderful to see the last of the trio get married, and to an absolutely wonderful girl! Not everyone was so thrilled, though. Did you know that the best man doesn't get to sit with his family at the wedding Mass? And is otherwise engaged for most of the wedding day? Some 4 year old wasn't anticipating that reality and was heartbroken. "Why isn't Daddy sitting with us?!"
Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I can understand where she's coming from. We did this routine when his other best friend got married, and I've got to tell you - it is a particular brand of penance to see your husband looking that handsome and not be able to walk with him, hold his hand, give him kisses, sit beside him. But, unlike Therese, I was able to keep myself from sobbing. Well, at least keep myself from sobbing in public. ;-) Their reunion was a joyous one, and she was in heaven when she got to dance with her Daddy at the end of the night.
Bowties are cool.
Have a lovely weekend!