But of the wedding

I shouldn't be all gloom and lost cities.

R and I had wonderful weekend at cousin Annie, and cousin-in-law-now (yes?) Taylor's wedding in Santa Barbara-the-beautiful.


Our family gathered, the cousins had cousin time finally in happy circumstances, the bride was aglow from within and her groom handsome, the setting the stuff of fantasy and Hudson on hand to love.

I have photos to prove all the above, and tell more stories.

C

Sharp dressed H

Chad and Hudson flew from Dallas to be at the wedding.

Chad -
single father of an almost-5-month old,
full-time at a job that takes him to lands beyond the pale of standard business,
and widower of less than a year -

travelled some 5 hours (in coach) with his tiny son to be at the wedding.

Chad packed their bags - Hudson's with an outfits for each event (photos to follow). He'd kitted a diaper bag for eventualities. Along with his own suit and tie, he'd brought Hudson's onesie-version. Then, together, the two came west to stay in a hotel room that Linds had booked in early April.
(Linds had already arranged for a crib in the room.)

After people ask after Hudson, most ask how Chad/the dad is doing.
I answer some combination of coping and sad.

But what I really should say is:
Chad and Hudson are making it through, and forward, every single day. Hudson's healthy and handsome and a total joy.
And Chad is the man to thank and also celebrate.

C - sending my love southwards to the two exceptionally well dressed men

Going west to see the man

Hudson's already there (as is dad, most of the family).

Which means that Hudson, age just short of 5 months, gets Santa Barbara on his been-to list before his west-coast-illiterate aunt.

Not so many years from now maybe Hudson can act as my advance team.

In the meantime, spoke with Dad and got the debrief on weather, family, running paths and Hudson himself.

R and I off madly early tomorrow for cousin Annie's wedding to Taylor.

C - miles to go before I see my nephew