This past weekend was a wonderfully crazy one.


Short version:

-I met Peter’s kids.

-And spent Easter with his family.


Long version:

As I walked up to Peter’s house late Saturday morning, I started getting nervous again. I thought I had shaken all my jitters and worries, but apparently that wasn’t the case. What kind of questions are they going to ask me? How is this supposed to work with him if they don’t like me? What if I’m not ready to meet them? My hands were instantly sweaty as I knocked on the door, but within 30 seconds all the uneasiness went away. His daughter, who’s 4.5, told me she wanted me to sit with her in the recliner until we left. I think I was trying to prepare for meeting them by thinking of it as an interview with serious questions and such, when really, kids that age just want someone to play with and pay attention to them.

It probably helped that his kids are both really well behaved, respectful, and we had stuff planned. Kids are funny though, they don’t understand having a need to be accepted and liked, and therefor they just accept and like everyone. Peter says they really like me, and I’m not trying to be cynical, but I can’t help but think that they like everyone. He assures me though that they really like me. Before they went to bed, they asked, “Miss Stephanie, are we going to see you tomorrow?!” And that’s when I about died.

Honestly, in my perfectly planned out life plan I didn’t see any kids in my life until I was at least 30. I want them, but I didn’t think I’d have them until later on, but life has a funny way of throwing you curve balls that really end up being underhand pitches. (You like that baseball analogy?) Peter was an unexpected surprise that has turned into this wonderful thing I can’t imagine being without, and he just happens to come with two adorable, sweet humans. He told me before our second date, which was the day after the first, that he had two kids. At that point I already had such a strong connection with him that even though they were eminent, I didn’t have any worries or insecurities about the things that would go along with that in the future, which I saw with him before that second date. The heart is an amazing thing, just when you think it’s as full as you’d ever need it to be, it makes room for more, and I’m happy to fill it.


Sunday morning started early, but I showed up with coffee, so everything was fine. The four of us drove to Everett, where Peter’s parents live, and went to church. Lunch was lovely, and I was appreciative of all the veg friendly foods available for me. (Peter’s mom even made the potato casserole without cream of chicken!) After lunch we just sat around visiting, talking about Jean’s book, my trip to Dubai, and a multitude of other things. I don’t think any of us really wanted to leave, but Peter had to get the kids back to their mom, so we had to go.

For me, it’s never been about the holiday, but more about the people you get to see and spend time with. Holidays without my family have been somewhat emotional for me the last year or so; I’m still figuring out how to come to terms with this, because, in the long run, I probably won’t be moving back to Syracuse. Family is one of the things that I hold dearest, and to be able to have found someone who understands that, and is the same way, is immeasurably amazing. It’s an incredible feeling finally realizing that you’ve made yourself a new home.


– S


[199] One Is the Lonliest Number


I can’t remember a more perfect beach day than today. The water was warm and calm enough to float in all day. The air wasn’t at all humid, the breeze was just breezey enough, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. We all played football, built sand castles and dug a hole. We buried someone in the hole, so that was fun. The beach was so perfect that we didn’t leave until almost 5pm.

Sammy, Buddy and I have been spending lots of time together so Buddy thought it was appropriate if this was our theme song: We’re the 3 best friends that anybody could have. It’s perfect.


– Stephanie


[198] Beaches Who Cook


Today my family made dinner for everyone else in the house, so Sammy and I made our cold salads before we went down to the beach. After spending a couple of hours down there soaking up some sun, it started to pour. I booked it back to the house, showered, peeled and deveined 5lbs of shrimp. There was some entertainment in the form of an adorable 6 year old, Ryan. All I know is that he’s hilarious. He was playing “Big Bad Wolf” with my dad, who was the wolf, and at one point Ryan told him to, “Get off my lawn!”

Later, Sammy, Buddy, Ryan and I went down to the beach to do a little crab hunting. Before we left the house, Ryan, who was wearing crab pajamas, laid down on the floor and said, “When we get down to the beach I’m going to lay down in the sand and say, ‘Hello my red brothers!'” Where do kids come up with this stuff?!

– Stephanie