I’m basically being held hostage by UPS. I ordered (sweet, pink!) champagne for the wedding and it’s being sent from California, and because it contains alcohol, it has to be signed for by someone over 21. Luckily I’m 30. I was given an 11 hour window during which the boys in brown could arrive, and I’ve got 2.5 hours left. Which means I’ve been stuck in my house for the past eight hours waiting. The front part of my house so I can be sure to hear the doorbell. To top it off, I’ve seen two other UPS trucks roll through the neighborhood, neither of which stopped at my house. WTF UPS?
So, the World Cup was fun while it lasted, huh? I’ve not only watched – and cheered my heart out for – the US team, but the others as well. Such is a side effect of marrying someone who’s been playing soccer for almost 90% of his life. That little blond boy kicking the ball in the picture is Allan. Shocking right? No, not that he has hair, but that he was so teeny tiny and chasing a soccer ball. I love the look of determination and joy on his little face.
I get all into the Olympics, and the World Cup is almost equally as awesome. Cheesy, but I love when the US gets all patriotic and rallies around our athletes. It makes us feel like a collective unit rather than a group of people who disagree so violently about political issues. It’s a nice breather from the day-to-day goings on of being an American.
On Sunday evening Allan and I got a giant, seedless watermelon. And we cut it into quarters and stood above the sink, eating watermelon with our bare hands and laughing. It was a simple, incredibly sweet moment and it made me feel like I am absolutely exactly where I’m supposed to be.
(Aaannnddd the UPS man still isn’t here. GRRRRRR.)