Dear Blog
Today we had the family cookout at my grandparent’s house. We haven’t had a cookout like this in a while. My cousin is studying to be a chef, so he often comes up with creative dishes for the family. We are his experiment “guinea pigs”.
I have always considered myself a very picky eater and I rarely try new things. Whenever my cousin makes his dishes I am always hesitant to try them. (and I feel horrible about being like that. Sometimes I think he thinks I’m not supportive of his career.) He does make very, very delicious desserts and pasta. I have set myself a goal to try every dish that his makes.
This weekend he made Lemon Meringa Pie. It was fluffy, creamy and it just made your mouth water. I’ll probably dream about this pie for a long time.
Gerard showed up half an hour late to cookout because his brother borrowed the car the day before and slept over at a friend’s house. Gerard was pretty upset about his brother taking the car and it took me a few minutes to call him down once he arrived.
My grandfather has always been fond of Gerard, he loves talking about winery with him. I never used to drink Wine, until I met Gerard, who knows every kind of wine in the world. We must have drank 2 bottles of wine between the whole family (23 total today).
I was happy to see my cousins who live out of state and their children. My niece is seven years old and my nephew is four years old. My niece, Lily, looks like goldilocks, she has curly dirty blonde hair and is very hyperactive. My nephew, Warren, is just as hyperactive, but he has the attractive combo of dark hair and grey-blue eyes. I keep telling my cousin that when he is older he will be a handful.
“Aunt Desirae!” They yelled as they ran up to me.
“Hello Lillian and Warren!” I said as I scooped them up in a hug.
“Look! Look” Warren said showing me a snail cupped in his hands.
“Wow, look at that!” I replied.
“Where is Uncle Gerard?” Lily asked.
“He is over with your great-grandfather” I answered pointing in their direction. I watched them run into Gerard’s arms and laugh as he swung them around in the air. He watched in awe as Warren showed him the snail in his hand and took off with him to look for more.
“He’ll make a wonderful father someday” My aunt said as she walked up to me and watched him play with her grandchildren.
“Someday perhaps but not anytime soon.” I joked with her.
I know the wedding is still 66 days away and we won’t even think about talking about “having children” for at least a year. But I often wonder if he thinks about children… Before we got engaged we use to talk about children. He used to tell me he wanted to adopt two children and I would tell him I wanted to have six kids, a pair of twin girls and boys and fraternal twins. He used to laugh at my ideas and tell me I’d have to marry a millionaire to have so many kids. It’s funny how it seemed that we had a better communication before we got engaged. We haven’t spoken about the possibility of a family. His job has kept him busy and school has kept me busy as well. I shouldn’t let comments like that bother me. Even if it was a conventional marriage, we wouldn’t be talking about children so soon…
We spent the afternoon hanging out with my family and catching up with everyone.
Nothing very exciting to report from the afternoon; my family is just as insane and odd as ever. Gerard and I made our “couple” appearance and went through the whole details of the wedding (again!). Next weekend is my turn to have lunch with Gerard’s family. I enjoy spending time with his parents and family. They have been very accepting of me, so I have always felt comfortable with them. An interesting fact is that my family loves Gerard and he fits in with them very well.
In an odd way we fit together. We click and our families are very loving towards each other. I am very grateful that that small detail in our fate.
One thing that I noticed today was how cuddly he seemed to be. He hung over me all afternoon and randomly hugged me. I love the days he is like that. He is always telling me how much he cares for me, but then there are days where he really seems to mean it. Those days, like today, mean the most. He hugs me and looks me straight in the eyes and will say “I love you.”
That’s the guy I love. The guy who I adore like a brother.
Till next time.
Desirae
Some diary entry parts have been edited, removed or slightly changed so that I may keep some privacy. Nevertheless don’t doubt that much of what is written here is 95% in it’s original form.
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