Entering the home of Mr. Italian and his family I have a wonderful and odd feeling of deja vu. I practically grew up in this house and have not been back since I was young. From the age 4-10 I lived 13 houses down the street and I grew with my best friend Ms. Italian Singer. I was at her house so much that her family were my family. We were the type of close friends where I called her parents mom and dad. Those were some of the most wonderful times of my life. Although I have lost touch with Ms. Italian Singer through the years since we moved 10 miles away, my mother has kept a relationship with Mr. Italian as he is her accountant (Minister on the weekends). So information has passed from mother to father about the kids, our accomplishments and our failures. Thankfully we are reconnecting on this trip because Mr. Italian has agreed to marry us. I say thankfully because we really don’t have a plan B and I really did not want to be married by a stranger.
As always it is immediately comfortable, the house is warm and inviting, and there are delicious smells of amazing Italian food wafting in from the kitchen. I really MISSED this house. It was nice to catch up with the family. Ms. Italian Singer was there along with her younger sister and her husband and new baby who was ADORABLE. Although there was an uncomfortable moment where Mrs. Italian wondered out loud that she thought I would never get ‘fat’ because I was always such a scrawny child (um I don’t know what to say) it was all and all a really pleasant meal. I thank God someone I know will be performing the ceremony so it has more meaning.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
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