Happy Boxing Day, y’all. Today is the day, as DH explained to us last night, that children everywhere turn their attention away from their new toys and start having fun with the packages all that loot came in.
Or maybe that was just what he did, way back when. I would hate to think, based on this anecdotal evidence, that children around the Western world this very day are so bored with their PS3′s, XBox 360′s and iPad 2′s that they have had to resort to playing with black plastic bags, the garbage can being the place where the rest of us put the packaging from Santa’s annual drop.
As for me, I am more than willingly hanging on to the packaging that MY big gift came in:
Do you see what I see, dear readers? That’s right, DH is finally going to make an honest woman out of me. It is quite the rock, and I have DS9 and DD to thank for their roles in its acquisition. DS9 picked it out, I am told, and DD went with her almost-official stepdad to the jewelry store to pick it up while DS14 and I enjoyed a night out at an Ottawa 67′s hockey game earlier this month. What’s even more amazing is that the twins were each able to keep it a secret for so long. Even under so-called “normal” circumstances, neither of my younger children has ever – wilfully or otherwise – displayed an aptitude for a career at CSIS.
The wedding itself won’t be for a couple of years. We have some ancient debt to clear before taking on additional. We have informally settled on a date in mid-May, as it is our favourite time of year, and it’s outside of hurricane season for the honeymoon I (which now really means we – ha!) want to take to the Caribbean. Or Bermuda. Anything will be better than a trip to the local K-Mart to buy a carton of cat litter and a gallon of knockoff Sunny D. Heck, it might even take that long for DS14 to finally accept that this is the real deal, and DH isn’t going anywhere. (Except out the front door, in a black plastic bag, another of his dadgum awful packaging jokes.)
Suffice to say, however, I do know what I am letting myself in for. I am betrothed to a man who loves me and my children, and ever since we met has done everything a real father and prospective husband should for a lady and her babies. The wedding, when it does take place, is gonna be one helluva good party for us and our families.
That’s how we roll in the Shire.
We are family.
