I am back from my long anticipated trip to South Carolina. I was there for a wedding. It was not really essential for us to go to the wedding. The bride's father is someone who my husband calls part of his "extended family". They are not really cousins, but they are cousins by marriage, I guess. My husband's uncle was married to this guy's aunt (they are both deceased now), and we have always been considered to be family even though technically we are not.
We have seen them throughout the years, but distance keeps us from seeing them too often. They are in Virginia, about an hour south of Washington, and we are in Northern NJ. We usually only see them at funerals, which regretfully have happened too often in recent years. About a year ago, we met up with their mutual cousin at his home outside of Washington, and he invited this couple to join us. We had a great time. Shortly after his daughter got engaged, he had heart surgery. I would say he is fine now, but there are other problems. He is about 65 but looks more like 80. He also has other issues (a weak leg. I am not sure exactly what that means in practical terms). Several years ago his sister died of cancer. For all these reasons, DH wanted to go to the wedding (even though a lot of his "real" cousins did not). Not too mention that it was a good excuse for a little vacation. The wedding was in Isle of Palms, SC.
Here is a picture of us at the wedding. From left to right: My daughter's fiance Josh, DD Sharon, DS David, DH, and me.
I may blog more about the wedding and our time in Isle of Palms and Charleston. Not to mention our fabulous Mother's Day brunch. But what was amazing is that my daughter will be 27 next month. This is really the first time that Mother's Day was for me. I have always put my own mother first. She is the kind of person who would get very upset about not spending Mother's Day together. This year, the wedding made that impossible. I thought she would get upset about not spending the day together. I was glad when she didn't seem too upset.
Now the problem is the opposite. Maybe I wish she had cared a little more. We have missed a few Mother's Days together because of someone being sick, but we always made it up. She has not said anything about doing it another time. She has actually surprised me by not wanting to get together more often this past year.
Of course I called her on Sunday, and everyone spoke to her. She claims she did not do anything all weekend. On the other hand, she told my son that she was going to go visit my father but didn't get there because things came up. I have no idea what that could be. She also upset my son because he is away at college and came home about 11 days ago. One day he and DH went to her house to move a chair into my father's residence (one of those chairs that lifts you into a standing position; my father is having trouble getting out of his chair, and the people at the home are having a hard time moving him). When they got there she was asleep and did not wake up in spite of all the noise around her. Anyway, she asked him if he had come home from school yet. This upset him greatly.