Her name is Tallulah, her mom is an African dancer, and her dad is a drummer in Ross’s band. Both are teachers, and both have a distinct fondness for Bill Murray. His portrait presides over their living room.
And really, you should see Tallulah’s mom. She is a total 1970s daydream. Dad, on the other hand, is a taller, buffer Buddy Holly. What I’m saying is, this baby has no choice but to be a badass.
It happened in a little living room in Grapevine, Texas. I cried when the bride and groom kissed. It’s an unpopular time to cry. Because at weddings, as you know and I both know, that’s the Big Finish: It’s happy, and it’s triumphant. (And sometimes awkward).
I guess I cried because you don’t see a wedding kiss like that very often.
Ok, this one happens every year. But while we’re talking about births and weddings, I thought we should get ol’ Tom and Christi in on the fun, too!
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Man. New Year’s has a way of making a gal sentimental, non? As do periods! Just kidding. (Not at all kidding).
OH. Before I wrap up here. I read one of the books you all recommended back in November, Special Topics in Calamity Physics. I haven’t been gripped by a book like that in a very long time, as in, I got all up in the Amazon discussion boards and totally went to town with other obsessives.
If you would like to borrow it, I have a copy. I’m sure you fellow book nerds have a long list of new releases to tackle already, but really, you must read this one. If anything so I can hold you hostage afterwards and pry crucial opinions on specific plot points out of your brain. I mean, have a discussion group!