celebrating adversity

ad·ver·si·ty 

/adˈvərsitē/

Noun 
Difficulties; misfortune.

Synonyms
misfortune - disaster - distress - calamity - hardship

I never really understood why people celebrate their adversities.  It seems like such a strange thing.  But we get dressed up, go out to a fabulous restaurant, drink some wine, and maybe even get a little...uh...amorphous.

Well, Philly and I have officially had 14 adversities as of today. 

It sure feels like way more than that.  Like 15 at least.

Philly was so thrilled to be married.  Again.

At least there was plenty of alcohol.

Do you recognize those champagne glasses?  (Yes, they look like martini glasses, but my sister has confirmed they're actually champagne glasses...filled to the absolute top.)  Anyway, I used one of those when I made my Blueberry Banana Barfait.

As a side note...didn't my mom do an awesome job making my wedding dress?  LOVE the 1920s style.  (And my baby girl!!)

I'm...too sexy for my car...

Yes, the Model Ts Strike Back.  You can see more Model T stuff here and here.

{Anyway, Mom also made my <cough> first wedding dress.  It was 80s and quite poofy.  She promised she would not make a third.}

Point taken.

Seriously though...we had a small, lovely, intimate wedding at a park.  The weather was hot and muggy, which is great because brides LOVE boob sweat.  But at least it didn't rain until after we got to the reception.

My babies were so cute!!!

What a difference...A few years ago at my parents' 50th anniversary party:

Me with the 'Rents: 

Philly and his Mama...We lost Fran less than a year after we got married.

Miss you Fran!

Awwww...

We really do make the perfect couple.

 
And after a fabulous evening of dancing and sucking helium, my daughter went into the most maniacal panic-al rage I'd ever seen before or since. 

Me: "Honey...you get to go home and sleep in your own bed and Aunt Gina is going to stay with you.   We'll be home in the morning."

Cuz we had to go to the hotel to get...amorphous.

Emma: WWHAA-WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The girl was a leech.  Without the blood-sucking part.  She would not let go of me.  She must have thought I was leaving for Mordor and would never return.  Not that she knew about Mordor back then.

Seriously.  Where did that come from?  She was the biggest Klingon I've ever seen that night.  Come to think of it, she wasn't big on Star Trek either.

The boys?  Couldn't have cared less...

We survived.  And somehow we've survived the last 14 years.  Number 15 may be the biggest challenge yet.  The house isn't finished, you know.

Celebrating adversity.  12 months at a time.

But Philly, hurry up and get home so you can take me someplace fabulous I don't deserve.  Because I started the Moscato D'Asti without you.

I love you Philly!  Here's to 14 more....

Years.  Not kids.

Or leeches.