It was a beautiful day and it was the most beautiful wedding we’ve ever been to. Nothing went wrong.
We gave him a big fat kiss.
That’s my big blurry bubble…
Somebody dropped them off at the airport hotel for their honeymoon flight in the morning. Okay. Since we had a big dinner later that evening with all of our out-of-town family members, we had to pick up the newlyweds for dinner, then bring them back to the hotel again. (do we ever stop driving these kids around?).
Okay. I get a call at 2 AM.
Son: Mom, you busy?
Me: No. What you doing up?
Son: Can you come and bring us to CVS pharmacy?
The airport hotel is an hour from my house. But I went. Brought them to the pharmacy. The bride somehow lost almost all of her bags. If I would have really really wanted, I could have had myself a grandchild next year.
They could have called a cab. They called me instead. I told them they really just wanted me to bring them to get some candy.
I remember that first night I was married. I cried like a baby for my mamma.
During my one hour drive home, it felt good. Really good that my son feels he can call me in the middle of the night to do something for them and that things like this never make me mad. And that I had them all to myself for a little while. The three of us who just hours earler were dressed like kings and queens were riding around dressed like bums, looking for a pharmacy in the middle of the night.