Belated blog
Yes, life hasn’t been completely uneventful; we’ve just been refraining from writing about it. The biggest news is all about my (David’s) brother’s wedding. I have been refraining from mentioning it because I hadn’t seen news of it appear on the internet until yesterday. In addition to my fear that there may have been some odd reason for this lack of news, I also wanted to at least extend the courtesy of not stealing my brother’s opportunity to be the first to break the news. Which is good, because his was a far more enjoyable read than my recount of the event would have been.
There is, however, room for elaboration on the ‘toasting’ and ‘emotions’ which he touched on. I had taken the time to sketch out what I wanted to cover in a toast the day before the family dinner event. After I had some ideas down, I reflected on what my brother had to say at my own wedding. And of course, I couldn’t do such a reflection without also remembering his presentation of what he had to say at the wedding. It was quite memorable. You see, brother John has a tendency to cry at emotional events such as these. Unfortunately, crying can hinder the delivery of an eloquently written speech. So, his speech at my wedding had a bit of a staccato feel to it.
I, on the other hand, am a bit less prone to crying at such events. Yet for some reason, much in the same way some people consider vomiting to be contagious, I will always cry whenever I see my brother cry. My theory is that in sharing the same birthday, we are somehow connected like twins, except the connecting powers aren’t quite paranormally strong seeing as how we’re two years apart. Knowing this contagious trend ahead of time helped me plan my toast. I decided to change my sketched out notations into a full blown, word for word, recitable text. That way, my eyes would be continuously focused on a sheet of paper, and not on my brother (given the odd chance that he might shed a tear). And it worked. Delivering the toast went on without a hitch. Of course, within seconds of looking up from my sheet of paper, I too was in tears.
Another notable occurrence at the family dinner, and one that makes for a good segue, was that Tomo and Bre happened to drive by and shout out congratulations from their car window as we were all standing outside the restaurant. The other blogable news pertains to Tomo’s grandmother. Grandma Ruthie, as she is affectionately known as by all of us younguns she took care of when we were preschoolers, had a couple of strokes last weekend. She is apparently recovering well, but is not quite back to the strong old lady that she has always been (at least, not physically). But according to Tomo’s mom, hearing from family is helping in the recovery process. So Heather and I are going to be looking for a window of opportunity to go visit her in between birthdays, concerts, and other celebrations this weekend. Hopefully after seeing us she’ll be back to her regular ol’ casino hoping, chain smoking self.
There is, however, room for elaboration on the ‘toasting’ and ‘emotions’ which he touched on. I had taken the time to sketch out what I wanted to cover in a toast the day before the family dinner event. After I had some ideas down, I reflected on what my brother had to say at my own wedding. And of course, I couldn’t do such a reflection without also remembering his presentation of what he had to say at the wedding. It was quite memorable. You see, brother John has a tendency to cry at emotional events such as these. Unfortunately, crying can hinder the delivery of an eloquently written speech. So, his speech at my wedding had a bit of a staccato feel to it.
I, on the other hand, am a bit less prone to crying at such events. Yet for some reason, much in the same way some people consider vomiting to be contagious, I will always cry whenever I see my brother cry. My theory is that in sharing the same birthday, we are somehow connected like twins, except the connecting powers aren’t quite paranormally strong seeing as how we’re two years apart. Knowing this contagious trend ahead of time helped me plan my toast. I decided to change my sketched out notations into a full blown, word for word, recitable text. That way, my eyes would be continuously focused on a sheet of paper, and not on my brother (given the odd chance that he might shed a tear). And it worked. Delivering the toast went on without a hitch. Of course, within seconds of looking up from my sheet of paper, I too was in tears.
Another notable occurrence at the family dinner, and one that makes for a good segue, was that Tomo and Bre happened to drive by and shout out congratulations from their car window as we were all standing outside the restaurant. The other blogable news pertains to Tomo’s grandmother. Grandma Ruthie, as she is affectionately known as by all of us younguns she took care of when we were preschoolers, had a couple of strokes last weekend. She is apparently recovering well, but is not quite back to the strong old lady that she has always been (at least, not physically). But according to Tomo’s mom, hearing from family is helping in the recovery process. So Heather and I are going to be looking for a window of opportunity to go visit her in between birthdays, concerts, and other celebrations this weekend. Hopefully after seeing us she’ll be back to her regular ol’ casino hoping, chain smoking self.
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