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Danny and I went to Dallas last weekend for my cousin Lisa’s wedding. It was fun. I got to see my grandparents and re-meet relatives I wouldn’t recognize on the street. I also had fun hanging out with my brother and catching up on family news. My mega-pregnant cousin was there. Man, she’s a trooper. She came to the wedding despite the fact that she was scheduled to be induced in less than 48 hours. It is her first child. I am impressed. I am impressed because if I knew that I was going to have my body push something the size of a watermelon out of a hole the size of a lemon, I would not be calmly hanging out and joking around like it was no big deal. My cousin is laid back though. I think she’ll be a great mom. Oh yeah, this was another cousin; NOT the one who was getting married.

The reception and the rest of my visit were fun. The only thing I still couldn’t get used to was the heat. I mean, Danny and I both grew up in Texas and we never adjusted to it. Walking outside was like walking into a sauna. I know I’m being a bit dramatic but it sucked. After we landed in San Jose and walked to our car, I literally did a dance of joy as the cool air enveloped my body. Then I put on a sweater. Mmmmm….chill.