Back in Indy

We just returned from sunny California, with its soft brown hills and tigerlilly thrills...

I completely forgot to mention Matt's high school friend's wedding last Saturday night. His friend Ramon, who's Mexican, married a gringo. The wedding was in a beautiful part of San Pedro. I was in a bit of culture shock, but I spent the evening talking to Matt's best friend's wife, Sheila, a (like, totally) blonde California girl, and two other women, one from Mexico, the other Chile. We were logging one another's email address and phone number by the end of the night. Sheila was cool. She said, "Finally, a girl that we can actually "see" Matt being with!"

I love those kudos.

Sam got to know his other grandparents, and Matt's parents were tearful when we left today...bittersweet. Matt and I, once again, are one the "we're moving to Cali" trail. I hate winter, but can't imagine saying goodbye to my family...but I feel a pull from the West Coast, always have. After all, I was conceived in Santa Monica. : )

Anyhoo, Matt and I went to Disneyland again, and this time I met Mary Poppins. Life could end today and I would now have accomplished all that I wanted. Mary winked at me and I could have died happy.

We took Sammy to Laguna...he's a born surfer, I can tell. We dipped his toesies in the water and filmed him laughing. Ahh, my boy.

I did a very funny thing. There is one photo left in Matt's parents house with Matt's ex in it. I don't mind it being there, because in it she has big permed hair, but today, before we left, I drew in a mustache and beard on her face with thick, black, liquid eyeliner (in her honor). I really am a wit.

Hee hee hee ...

Hollywood, Disneyland, Wine Country, lemon trees. I love California.

I love Matt and Sam more.