Today's the day of my wife's naturalization ceremony, and in an hour or so we'll travel to Boston to make it happen- by the time we're safely back in the insane pileup to get back out of the city, she'll be a US citizen. The party starts soon after. The paying for said party starts immediately after that, God help me.
Last night was surprisingly quiet at the Ant Farm. After my boy went to bed, we ended up on the couch talking about all things in the past- my wife spoke quite a bit about her childhood fantasies of life in America, and how, at age 30, she still jumped at the chance to come here based on what she knew to be mostly an imaginary nation in her mind... and yet here we are this morning. She's been working at the vanity on her hair for about an hour now, and The Boy and I are mostly clock watching.