This post will be totally not health-related and will be a blatant blogger abuse to showcase photos of Miles (and me).
We went to Cincinnati this weekend.
My brother was getting married.
It was a bit hectic because Grandma decided she wanted attention.
She went into the hospital on Monday.
She had a pacemaker put in Friday.
And she still made it to the wedding an hour early.
I lit the unity candle for her.
I also did a reading.
Until the priest started to do the offertory blessing.
I hobbled to the back of church to nurse him while sitting on the toilet (not using it, I must clarify).
I got back for the end.
I hobbled to the back of church again.
My brother asked me to stop at Grandma’s to pick up jean shorts for him to change into at the wedding.
I conveniently forgot.
But not to switch out of my 3.5-inch heels into some ballet flats.
I went to the reception.
I ate a plate of fruit and veggies.
I ate cheese … and chicken … and pasta … and green beans.
And three of the most delicious cupcakes on the planet.
They were mini-size of course.
I played the mommy card and the “I’m babysitting Grandma tonight” card and left early.
And then I waited forever for Pacemaker Granny to decide that she was tired.
Then I slept.