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And then the dancing started. The first song was of course the bride and groom. I stood there in the dark, watching, and felt those usual wedding thoughts enter my mind. Why haven't I ever met anyone that loves me enough to want to marry me? Or that I love enough to want to marry? Am I that unloveable?
And then Finn came running up to me. "Has the dance party started yet, Mommy?" "No, Finn, not yet, there are a few dances first that we just watch." "Let's not watch! Dance with me, Mommy."
So there in the grass, off to the side and in the dark, we danced, my two boys and I. While they don't fill that desire to find a partner someday, they do very much make my heart full and whole.
If they story ended there, it would be lovely and sweet. But then it was time to go. At the car, Finn burst into tears. "I'm sad, I want to stay!" I handled that fairly well, and he was happy by the time I was buckling him in and he was cheerful the drive home. I'd considered driving around until he relaxed enough to fall asleep, but decided I was too tired to do that, so we came straight home.
During bedtime routine, the meltdowns started. He'd calm down from one and another would start. I could have dealt with the meltdowns if they were just about going back to the wedding. But these were more. "I want to go back to NannyMaw's house. I don't like this house. I don't want to stay here. I want to go stay at NannyMaw's."
I know he was exhausted, but this is not the first time he's said he doesn't like this house. That makes me so sad, as I love this house and want him to be happy here and love it, too. He's three, I'm sure it will come, and it may not even be that he doesn't really like this house. But on the heels of an event that already makes me emotionally vulnerable, it sure hurts.





















































