Well, I survived another family Christmas. Literally. Everyone was sick with the stomach flu, so I got roped into helping cook for the crowd. Cheesy potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, the works. Poor mom. Nothing must have been worse than not seeing us and little Joey on his first Christmas. Of course, Paul was hit worst of all with the plague, and at the worst conceivable timing: a few days before his wedding.
Luckily, we all made it to St. Augustine healthy to witness their beautiful New Year's Even nuptials. It is a strange feeling seeing your little brother get married. A part of me was playing the comparisons game, but they had so many nice touches: advice to the marrieds, sushi, terrific sea base and filet, cookies and milk shots, a great two piece band, a fantastic color scheme, etc. The day started with a run, and there was something particularly poignant for me to go for a run with my brother on the morning of his wedding. And to outpace him but getting sick will do that! I really enjoyed those moments with him.
Megan was a beautiful, happy bride, and they make a great couple.
Other moments from last week I will remember:
--Little Joey's stylish outfits: His Little Mr. Detroit t-shirt, his Preschool t-shirt, his pudgy arms and legs, and his ability to open up gifts and then promptly stick the paper in his mouth.
--Steve beating everyone, literally, at Seinfeld scene-it.
--My new Old Navy coat.
--Noisemakers and hats and Journey at the stroke of midnight.
--Searching for chik filet and finding it!
--Never-ending trivia pursuit.
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