1. So last night, I was making my
dumb headbands again. And I was at my grandmas because she has one of those four-thousand dollar sewing machines and I have a tiny little one from Sears that is haunted. So there I was, upstairs, by myself, craving chocolate and sewing and missing everyone- so I went downstairs to check on them. Jax was sleeping on McKay, grandma and grandpa were sitting next to each other, and everyone was just happy and talking, watching Dancing With the Stars. So then I hauled myself back upstairs and wined inside and sewed some more. And while I was sewing I had a sort of an epiphany. I don't have to make headbands. And I felt powerful for just a second. But then I remembered that I need a camera. And for the camera I need $$. And for $$, I need to sell something. And there are maybe two things in this world that I am capable of making (and who even buys homemade cards anymore??). So then I just told myself, back to the sewing machine, lady.
2. When I was a freshman in high school, I went through a Taking Back Sunday phase. I had gone to New York the summer after middle school and one of my friends showed me the band Brand New. I liked them, so for the next year I dabbled in some more "rocker-ish" stuff and I loved Taking Back Sunday the most. At night while I got ready for bed I would switch between Taking Back Sunday, Lonestar and Rascal Flatts- which totally went together and flowed in my then-current, figuring-out-who-I-was state. Now fast-forward to yesterday, when after a long night of sewing, I entered McKay's car (through the passenger side because his door handle fell off) and cranked the key. Earlier that night, McKay had taken Jax home in mine and had left me to drive home in his- his car that he had obviously been rocking out in earlier that day- because when the car started and the stereo light came on, Taking Back Sunday began blasting through the speakers. And in that moment, I realized, like I had so many times before, that McKay had to have been meant for me. And that freshman girl who thought about love and happily-ever-afters had a boy, far-away in Idaho, who would give her that one day. And he would be patient while they dated, and love her when she made mistakes, and laugh at the CD she entitled "Emo"- containing Taking Back Sunday and Creed. And he would propose at a cabin in the mountains. And he would become her best friend, and know what she loved and what she hated and what she needed. And he would make her laugh and smile and he would talk to her- about everything. And he would fold all their laundry sometimes and kiss her everyday before he went to work. And when he went to work, he would sometimes listen to Taking Back Sunday. The same stuff that he listened to when he was a senior in high school and that she listened to when she was a freshman- at the exact same time, five-hundred miles away.
3. Speaking of five-hundred miles, tomorrow we are embarking on the glorious driiiiiive to Idaho! With us and Jax. Lovely. My grandpa suggested last night that we not be afraid to give him some Benadryl. So we will not. We will load that boy up on Benadryl. Just kidding! He is actually pretty good on road trips- as long as he can't see us. Actually many times you would hear McKay say, "Ali...don't look at him...he's looking at us."