We went to our first wedding since having Munchkin at the weekend.
There’s nothing like a long social event to make you see how much your life has changed…
- I cared more about Munchkin’s outfit than mine, and I spent more on it too
- I spent more time packing her lunch bag, change of clothes, muslins, cardigans etc – than I did mine
- I forgot to pack my makeup but remembered her favourite rattle
- We left at 8:30pm and that was almost far too late
- I was sober, so was R. No hangovers the next day…
- R missed the entire church service because he was outside pacing the graveyard with a crotchety Munchkin
It was a lovely day, despite the grim February weather, and a special moment with some ‘baby friends’ we’ve made since having Munchkin. I loved the simple decor, and was incredibly moved by one of the readings in the church…a short poem called ‘Scaffolding’ by Irish poet Seamus Heaney – especially apt for the couple in question as they’re currently building their own house together:
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.