I have a good friend that married an Irishman, taking her to Dublin for good. Wah wah. I miss her something awful, I so wish we could get our kids together to play and drink coffee and all the stuff we used to do. But, I know she's got a good thing there and has the sweetest little family ever. She was in the States visiting the past couple weeks and I finally go to see her! The last time I laid eyes on her Ingrid was about four months old. Which means I had never met her daughter, she had never met Otis. It had been too long!
We met at her family's farm and it was perfect. The perfect weather, it was both her husband's and my husband's birthdays, the kids had a huge expanse of grass to run on, there was a little river down at the bottom of a hill, they got to see a snake and some strange bugs. We sat and caught up, the birthday boys (both scientists) talked geek stuff. Just the best afternoon I could ask for!
We used to hang out, smoking our cheap Old Gold cigarettes and drinking coffee, talking about the day in the future we'd be married with babies. Now here we are, even though we live in different countries, we're both married to DOCTORS of science that have the same birthday! We both have little redheaded Irish babies. It's so funny to me how things have worked out.