Again, this was not my wedding. Last one week plus can be summarized in three words; wedding, parcel, jeans.
The wedding went by fast, my son had the honorable role of “breaking the potty” to pick up some cash and predict whether the newly wed couple will have a son or a daughter as a first born child. Maxwell chose orange which apparently means a boy. Well done Maxwell.
The evening’s wedding event went by in a flash – zoom!
This is how Maxwell and I felt at the end of the day just before a 1-2 hour drive back home closer to midnight.
But tough weekends are rewarded with awesome week-starters. Starters with a special parcel with an even more special content.
More will follow.
Then the jeans, the trusted pants have been worn, not torn and are now hanging next to the bathroom waiting for another day, another struggle. The pants stretched to tad, bit too wide proportions again. How about them suspenders?
So much to do, so little time, not enough jeans or something… Life’s too short so I want to make sure I can enjoy as many nice walks with Maxwell as possible. In the end that’s what it’s all about.
See, sometimes I wear shorts instead of jeans!
This story’s only bout to get better so stay tuned for more.