Lydia

There are mixed feelings about what name to call Lydia; Dad’s wife, step-mom, Pinky, or Nina. She is Dad’s wife and she is my step-mother but neither of those fit. Her family calls her Pinky and Nina is what her grandchildren call her. It is natural to say I am going to my parent’s house. Sometimes I catch myself calling her Mom.

The past few weeks we have been spending more time together. All the girls went dress shopping and had a blast. Though it is an early unveiling, this is the dress I will be wearing to Dad and Lydia’s wedding. You can see Lydia standing to the left of the photo. She has a proud mama look on her face. She is more than I could have asked for to be my mother figure and to be my father’s wife.



If you ask me, I think Lydia loves her new family just as much as we love her. She now has two new daughters and three more grandchildren. Us girls crammed into a photo booth and captured all the fun we had that day.

We also spent Easter together. First thing is first, I love Lydia’s sister because she thought I was seventeen years old- love her!

I showed up in a frilly shirt with a bow, white linen shorts, and flip flops. It is tradition in their family to play flag foot ball. They only invited me to play to even out the teams. Little did they know that I played flag football in high school and two season of co-ed flag football.

Luckily, Lydia took the shoes off her feet so I could have tennis shoes to play in versus running bare foot. I was a totally ringer and even got a touch town. Yes, I may have over done it because I sprained my thumb and my legs were sore the next day, but it was so worth it.

Our families are blending smoothly and a natural name for Lydia seems to be Pinky. After all, that is what her family calls her.