This weekend was full of excitement and lots of long boring hours doing nothing. I guess the most important thing to document so to speak is Friday night. We had planned a birthday party for my Aunt Bev (my name sake) and my mothers oldest friend, (my buddy) Shirley. We were to have lots of good eats, flowing homemade wine and some card games. All the activities started around 7pm, before that I got a chance to catch up with some people I hadn’t seen since Christmas which was quite wonderful. Everyone was on time and eating and drinking away by 7:30. Once the food was all gone and the kitchen was partially cleaned up they opened up their gifts. Then the several long games of pass the ace started.
I always feel so out of place even though they try very hard to include me in things. I’m pretty much the only one their alone. I’m 10-16 younger than the people seated around me and not in their eyes but in my eyes I am Lorna’s daughter. It’s great that even though I am the child I have somehow become the friend. I am the wonderful girl who has helped her mother through so much, who takes care of her and is always helpful and sweet. They all make an incredible effort to make me feel like I belong but i don’t feel that way. It’s not so bad when there is someone at least in their 20’s with me…
The evening was going quite well despite the fact that I had only slept around 4 hours the night before. As the evening started to come to a close and people were gathering to say their goodbyes I noticed my mother at the other end of the table sitting quietly. I wasn’t sure if something had gone on or she was just not feeling well. The next thing I know Rupert was on one knee asking her to marry him. He talked very softly and she had to ask him to say it louder. In the end she said yes – she still seemed very subdued but you could see how happy she was. She ended up being sick that night, I am sure it was a combination of the homemade wine and her nerves.
I’m extremely happy for her. She deserves nothing but greatest and he can offer it to her. Over the last year I have come to see how much his love and support have given her. She is a completely different person – she laughs with her whole body now, she smiles and shines like I have never seen her before, pretty much every aspect of her life is amazing. He truly loves her; you can see it when he touches her shoulder or speaks to her. I wish when they dated 18 years ago she had picked him and she didn’t have to live through the things she has in the past. Having said that would things be as good today if she hadn’t known the complete opposite? There isn’t a date set quite yet, she still needs for her divorce to come through in the next little while. They intend to move in together come the end of the summer. I’m not sure where that leaves me – but I’ll deal with that when the time comes.
As happy as I am for her and as happy as I know she will be I am not sure I could think about getting married for a third time. Granted he is an amazing person, and if I were her I would have to rethink my own thinking. I just cant get past my own need not to be divorced once let alone twice.
I spent the rest of the weekend being mellow and slowly recouping, I do feel quite a bit better today. Not a hundred percent but I am well on my way past ninety percent. After the events of Friday night I came home and had a long bath and called Mr. Sicksleepypants and we chatted for our usual endless amount of hours. It’s in those long talks that I get lost in how much I adore him. It’s in the laughter and seriousness that I truly remember how much I love him.
So, despite the fact that this weekend seemed to last forever it was a good weekend all around. (: