It's Me, Sara Louise

(And if you are wondering what on earth I, a never had a baby lady, was doing with nipple cream, apparently it is very good for dry heels. Well according to someone else anyway. I’m not going to name names, but her name does start with the letter, ‘A’).
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We’re going to do this post in snippets. Little snippets of the weekend instead of one cohesive tale. I’m not feeling very cohesive this morning (I’m trying to cut back on the coffee). Apologies.

When we’re at Aidan’s we kind of just dig in and become part of the family. Which is nice, since my family are all so far away. Sure I have The Husband’s family, but they don’t get me (my intermediate French is to blame… I think). The Husband becomes ‘The Manny’ and plays with the kids and Aidan and I do things like go to the grocery store and cook together (mostly Aidan cooks, I kinda hangout, drink beer out of mason jars, paint her daughter’s toe nails yellow, and peel like, one shrimp).

We hang out in our bikinis all day. Something I haven’t done since my Texas days. But as I’ve said before, Aidan’s house is like the Texas Embassy. We say y’all and dude a lot. The Husband and Aidan’s husband have a ping-pong tournament (I’m not joking, they make it into an actual tournament… dorks) and we make jalapeños stuffed with cream cheese wrapped in bacon. The best, most delicious, treat that I used to eat all the time and completely forget about after the six years in Dublin and almost two here (two years at the end of September… can you believe it?! I can’t).

And we go to the beach too. There we are… A bunch of Texans hanging out on a beach in the south of France (with The Husband of course). Not on holiday. Just a normal Sunday on the Mediterranean… wondering how we all got here, wishing we had a tall boy in a coozy, but thinking about how very lucky we are. Nipple cream stains and all.