Reverb#10, December 9:
Oh Holy Moses. Here's the blog post where I have to admit, up in front of everyone, that I don't really have much of a social life. Not a social life, anyway, in terms of parties that rock the proverbial socks. I have dates, trips, time with friends and gatherings but I couldn't tell you the last time I partied.
The one gathering, though, that did get my stockings all twisted up was my stepsister Alyson's wedding. In downtown Chicago (brownie point #1), adults only (brownie point #2, #3 and #4) and full of all things good. The rehearsal dinner: low key yet elegant, scrumptious food, fabulous company and full of laughter.
The ceremony: simple, heartfelt, gorgeous. Alyson glowed and Reid beamed and I was reminded that some people really do love each other just as they are, without pretense or prerequisites. Seeing them smile, hearing their vows and watching them love each others' families was proof to me that sometimes there really are two people meant to be together.
The reception/dinner/dance: in two words: Wolfgang Puck. Grown up food, which we all know I enjoy but usually forgo for the sake of the my kiddos' still-developing palates. Amazing wine. Romantic gestures, tear-jerking father daughter dance, mesmerizing first dance and bop til you drop dancing. I had the best time watching everyone let loose.
I was so proud to know Alyson that night and even though I'd just met Reid I was happy to welcome him to our blended, sometimes dysfunctional and unusual family. I marveled at the woman Alyson has become: smart, confident, calm and so much herself that she inspires me to strip it down, say what I mean and just be me. There's not an ounce of pretension in her, just honesty, humility and a ridiculous amount of smart. She's the kind of person I hope my daughter grows up to be like and someone I'm lucky to know, if even only on holidays and big family events.