Much Celebrating, No Crafting

Last week we got notice that Mr. Ink’s step daughter would be getting married. So yesterday we took the afternoon off to head out to her town to witness her courthouse marriage, just a year and two days after they were legally allowed to do so. It felt fitting.

While secretly we think these young women are just that…a little young, we are in the position of being able to just support them in any way possible, and love them wholeheartedly, knowing that we don’t get to choose their life path for them. So, a huge congrats to them, and we wish them the absolute best.

I have not met the ex family, beyond Mr. Ink’s step kids. And they’ve really no reason to call me family. So, I repeatedly stepped out of family pictures, only to be told that I was family, full stop, and was to get back in the photos. Very very kind reception from a family that hasn’t any obligation to it. With an additional dose of commendations by the family for Mr. Ink’s part in the kids’ lives.

I’ve absolutely lucked out with his step kids, in the sense that both of them are young peopleย I really enjoy spending time around. His step son has a sense of humor and way of detailing the absurdities of life that absolutely matches mine. His step daughter is one of the kindest and most helpful people I’ve ever met, just absolute sweetness, even when trying to come across as tough.

We got additional news that afternoon. The girls will be moving to our city very shortly, so we’ll get to see more of them. And, Mr. Ink’s step son is to become a father. Cue many jokes on my part about Mr. Ink’s upcoming “granddad” status.

One more goofy bonus picture the family wanted, a mockery of so many of the wedding photos seen online these days.


After the wedding, we headed back to the city to prepare for our “bike formal.” A large group of our friends get all dressed up and ride around the city in bowties and dresses, with various stops along the way. After such an eventful afternoon, it seemed fitting to celebrate all evening.


Outside a historic downtown building, waiting to go celebrate on the roof.


And then champagne on the roof! We had a great night, and a LATE night. It doesn’t seem possible it’s only Wednesday. We’ve had at least a weeks worth of news and events in just one day. Hopefully once we get to the weekend, we’ll have the opportunity to decompress a bit!


3 thoughts on “Much Celebrating, No Crafting

  1. I love the wedding photos. Yes they are young, but how lucky they are to live in a time that will let them get married young. We were well into our 50’s before we were allowed to tie that knot. Does my heart good.

    And how wonderful to be so accepted by these two steps of Mr. Ink’s. You have a true blended family and it sounds wonderful.

    As does biking in formal attire, not. ๐Ÿ™‚ Did you wear heels????

    • Fun fact, legal gay marriage happened on her 20th birthday! I might balk at their youth, but on the other hand, I am very much like “You do it! BECAUSE YOU CAN!” And I just haven’t yet gotten over the fact that it’s legal in my lifetime. It’s still a thrill.

      As for my attire, I did not wear heels! I wore flat sandals, WITH SOCKS. Because that’s just how I roll. ๐Ÿ™‚ I actually didn’t dress up much at all. I wore some jewelry, put on some make up which never happens, and brought a pretty shawl. There were many women in full formal attire. But that really wouldn’t have felt true to me. I am seriously considering a tux vest next year. Just being one of the guys would be more to my comfort level. And this group would easily accept that.

      • That is great – she will always remember her twentieth birthday, no matter what happens in her life. ๐Ÿ™‚
        Socks and sandals, I love it. ๐Ÿ™‚ Were they hand knit socks? lol I like the idea of a tux as well, sounds like fun! Certainly more fun than makeup…

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