Category — Today

When my sister-in-law was pregnant with my niece, her first daughter after three sons, I had a talk with my nephew Ben. Bear with me, because this was almost two years ago, but totally memorable. While I may ad lib a tad,  I swear I didn’t make it up.

It was kind of like this.

S: Hey Ben, it’s so exciting that you’re going to be a big brother, don’t you think?

B: Yeah. I guess.

S: You’re going to have this little baby sister, and she’s going to be like a princess that you’ll always be able to protect, like you’re her knight.

B: …

S: Well, I was a little girl with a big brother, and I can tell you that’s it’s pretty cool.

B: You have a big brother?

S: Mmm hmm!

B: Wait, I know who it is! It’s Uncle Mark! You guys are ALWAYS together!

S: …

Sarah: 0, Ben: 1

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I love that kid, he has such a pure heart. When Asher was tiny, Ben would sing to him whenever he cried. And that vocabulary… He’s the only child I have ever seen speak French before his second birthday.

I think he likes me pretty well, too. Although it wasn’t always mutual. He loves his Uncle Mark, to whom I was clearly a distraction. Once when I came to visit, Ben said, “Uncle Mark, your FRIEND SARAH is here.” When Mark and I got engaged, Ben’s mom said to him, “Ben, when Uncle Mark and Sarah get married, do you know what we’ll call Sarah then? She’ll become Aunt Sarah.” And Ben said with disgust, “GROSS. I don’t even LIKE ants.”

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Mark and I were married three years ago today. It’s been almost perfect, always worth it. We’re living and learning together, adulthood and parenthood, figuring it out as we go. I wouldn’t trade a second of it.

He is all my reasons.

Yes, I realize I just posted this picture a couple weeks ago. Shut up. Also, check out that viking beard. RRROW.

If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I’d bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.

.: Death Cab for Cutie: Marching Bands of Manhattan

Watch this commercial.

Did you watch it? Don’t lie to me. Did you?

Ok.

You know that part where Mrs. Butterworth says, “Broken glass sends shivers down my bottle!”

I just heard it from the other room, and swear to god, I thought she said, “Broken glass sends shivers down my butthole!”

These are the kind of thoughts that fill my days now that I’m not working in my office. There’s also plenty of time left for online shenanigans like these:

Look at my neck! I’ve never had that much neck! I’m hot.

I’m pretty sure this is really what Mark’s hair would look like if he grew it out.

Do you think this is what Asher might look like in 20 years?

I have to go now. Can’t Buy Me Love is coming on. Dempsey!

Guess what I’ve been working on tonight? A blog post. A real one, with lots and lots of words. It’s not ready yet, but I thought I’d toss you something anyway.

So here. Happy Monday.

photo by Beth at Beth Fletcher Photography