Husband and Heavens

My idea of heaven:
(taken from an email to my sister)
Lemme tell you a little about my mother's day:
I went to Anthropologie.
Wow.
There were long sundresses, fabulous belts and orange and yellow and green all over the dressing room.
Anthropologie dressing rooms, AHHHH!
The only other shopping spree I had there was when I got the jean skirt. Which is, like, a family heirloom as far as I am concerned. I swore up and down after that day that Anthro pipes happy chemicals into the dressing rooms, because I had never had such a positive body image/fun experience in a dressing room before. Well, of course, add to that the golden light that makes even my skin glow, the skinny mirrors, and the fabulous gay fashionista serving us endless mimosas and the whole experience made me reevaluate my favorite places to be in the world:

An Anthropologie dressing room with a check in my pocket.

Heaven.

It was a good day. I love everything about being a mommy. We celebrated with my mom, then my brother, Marshall and sister in law, Jenny came up for dinner.


Husbands.

Such an awful, dirty word. Really, I did used to think that. I tried to avoid using the word in grammer school. Husband. It just sounded perverse, like saying penis. I only dreamt of getting married once, so I guess that would be my 'dream wedding.' It was somewhere in a white, institutional basement. Like an evangelical church without much financial support, shamed to the basement of some community center for sunday service. It had a yucky feeling inside. Nothing poetic, romantic or beautiful. I remember that at my 'dream wedding' I felt sick. People had come to see us but I didn't know who they were, and we were late, I had forgotten something, probably my dress.

Anyway, I didn't much fall for the idea of weddings or husbands till I had one. And the funny thing is, the wedding was a lot like the dream: an un-architectualy inspired strip mall library, that turned us down for being fifteen minutes late the night before, so I tied up my beauty salon hair and tied the knot in pants with Tino the next morning. I am so glad I did.
Then we got ice cream.
It was the best ever.

Tino is a fabulous husband. He just made me dinner of ugali and beans, which we ate at 10pm, which was so nostalgic it made me want to farm rice the next morning.