as usual, the weekends go by too quickly.
i had the pleasure of spending this past weekend with my all-time favorite people.
my nephew.
and my boys.
I got to spend some really good quality time with Irwin. This little (16month old) boy brings me joy like no other. I honestly wish I could see him every single day. I enjoyed every second of chasing him, playing cars with him, throwing the ball with him, feeding up, bathing him, reading to him, and putting him in bed. He is one of the happiest babies I’ve ever seen. And might I brag and say his hand-eye coordination is remarkable for a 16 month old. He can actually throw and catch the ball.
And then I also enjoyed some QT with my favorite rambunctious crew—the “Uncle Goodtimes” (as I so affectionately labeled them over the weekend).
And I have a confession to make.
I throw the boys under the bus more than is necessary.
I embellish, boast, and make-fun of these guys so much that you might not actually know how much I really do love them.
If you haven’t already figured out by now, we (all 4 of us) are very lively characters. Our real lives and stories often seem more fictional than real. However, we can assure you, they are very real.
This weekend was no exception.
I spent Friday evening carousing around with them……listening to them moan about losing lovers they never had, and dancing to crazy, silly music. Then of course, they had to listen to my countless stories of lovers I don’t yet have, and all the recent “fumbles” I’ve made with love. At one point, we were all rolling around on the ground dying in hysterics.
You really can’t make this shit up.
I won’t re-tell any of the stories here because I can assure you, you would either A) not believe me or B) never speak to me again.
The night ended with an almost-bar- fight scene up at Weidmann's. I pretended to be largely embarrassed…even though I was mainly just giving them a hard time. I thought the whole entire thing hilarious. The fight ensued because some red neck hillbilly made fun of Eric’s scarf. I remember him yelling, “Don’t ever make fun of my scarf, bro!”.
And then he said, “Jen, would you push someone off this balcony for me”. And I said, “no eric, I wouldn't”. and He said, “I would. I would kill for you. I would gladly take any bullet or push any man off this balcony for you”.
And you know, as the weekend has come to a close….and I’ve thought about how much fun I get out of watching them make themselves look stupid….i have to get honest:
The truth is I would push someone off the balcony for you, Eric. I would also take a bullet for you or jump in front of a car for you or whatever else ridiculous nonsense thing we make up.
The bond I have with those boys is thicker than blood.
They’ve seen me at my lowest. They know all the skeletons hiding in my closet. They listen to me ramble on and on about things that don’t matter. They’ve helped me pick up the pieces over the years and move on. We’ve celebrated both good and bad times together. We’ve been through break-ups, deaths, marriages, relationships, children……..
They are the ones I want standing on my side if I ever get married.
Their opinions are the ones that matter when it concerns possible love interests, jobs, major and un-major decisions.
The truth is that I would rather spend my weekends with them than anyone else.
The truth is that I can’t imagine my life without them.
Eric, Patrick, (and Seanie-baby even though you weren't there, you were in my heart)
I love you.
Thanks for being my boosJ
I look forward to you all inundating my home this weekend!
