“What did you fall down for?”

Our Son is getting married!

In Phoenix (fantastic haven’t been there in years).. in the Heat (there’s a.c. it will be okay)… Outside (Oh dear.. dress lightly, stay hydrated). It’s a very formal wedding (beautiful !), with formal attire (hmm, maybe chiffon it’s lightweight), and heals (ohkayy.. I’ll switch to flats after the ceremony).

All the out of towners are staying at the same hotel. It’s beautiful. Our Son got us a ground floor suite with a pool view. Meandering walkways begging to be explored its woderful. We are walking down to breakfast the morning of the wedding. Jim and me walking side by side talking, smiling, laughing, “look at that beautiful view!” I said. Jim turns to look, I take a step and my leg says “no way I’m participating in your support” and I promptly fall ungracefully onto my knees scrapping my hands and I almost face-plant (OMG did anybody see!?). Jim looks back over to where I was, then looks around, then down… (wait for it) “What did you fall down for?” “A no-see-em jumped out of that shrubbery and grabbed my ankle and wrestled me to the ground, … go get it!”

He helped me up and I watched my knee balloon to softball size before I got to the dining room.

The wedding was magical, everyone beautiful. Except for that tiny person in a floaty beautiful gown with a hideous elephantine knee! Wow she has to walk in heels on cobblestones in front of an abundance of people by herself… (I bet she face-plants).

And good times were had by all.

Amea S.