These pictures were taken at my cousin’s wedding earlier this month — and then all 7.5 of us got back into the minivan and drove 300 miles home.
Last weekend, we gathered together for the wedding of our cousin.
My cousin is an event and wedding planner by profession and she took 18 months to plan her own wedding. She crafted many personal touches. No Pinterest Fail was seen — and more importantly, nothing was over-the-top. It was, simply, her.
Every one of my siblings and their spouses & children were there. This is something of a feat since we are spread out over 3 states, 5 towns, and 2 universities. We hadn’t all been together since my oldest son married his wife 3 years ago. It was a wonderful family time.
I’m hoping for some good family pictures shared by other family members.
Off to another wedding today (it appears to be wedding month) — this time for the daughter of a friend.
Summer has arrived here.
I remember when summer meant running around the neighborhood barefoot, finding other kids and playing games, running home quickly to grab change when the ice cream truck rang out its tune in the late afternoon… time spent curled up in my room with a book or running through the sprinkler… drinking from the garden hose, selling Kool-aid on the shaded front porch…
Now summer means that there are teenage and young adult men hanging about the house on computers. At least one of those young men must be reminded to shower with soap and shampoo — he is not “fresh as a daisy” nor does he smell like a rose. My house smells like it is lived in by adolescent males. Dirty dishes pile up on the countertops and in the sink while I am at work. (If I think hard enough about it, there were probably dirty dishes piling up in my childhood summer days, but it never really mattered to me because I was a child.)
Last week, I drove across the state to pick H-J from college. I delivered his packing boxes to him on Wednesday and then backtracked across the lake to spend the night at Mrs. G’s house. It had been over a year since we had spent time together and it was a lovely evening (we took our conversation into the wee hours of the morning) and an equally lovely but short morning. My derfwad cup runneth over.
Then I was back in the insane traffic that belongs to Seattle, where my son was ready to load his boxes into the minivan and close out his first year of college. We drove past the rental house where he will live in the fall and I showed him the house where I lived in my late teens. But enough lollygagging — it was time to get back to our own home.
In the past 8 days I’ve driven 600+ miles, grieved the tragic death of a three-year-old, and noted the 4th anniversary of my mother’s death mere days after learning that another member of our extended family has been diagnosed with cancer. I suppose this helps explain my melancholy mood and lack of blogging.
We’ve got two more cross-state trips to make this month and a special visitor coming from Virginia, so I’m confident that there will be some good blog fodder coming soon.
I had amnesia once — maybe twice.
I went to San Francisco .
I found someone’s heart. Now what?
Protons have mass?
I didn’t even know they were Catholic.
All I ask is a chance to prove that
money can’t make me happy.
If the world were a logical place,
men would be the ones who
ride horses sidesaddle.
What is a “free” gift?
Aren’t all gifts free?
They told me I was gullible
and I believed them.
Teach a child to be polite and
courteous in the home and,
when he grows up, he’ll never be able
to merge his car onto the freeway.
Experience is the thing you have left
when everything else is gone.
One nice thing about egotists:
they don’t talk about other people.
I used to be indecisive.
Now I’m not sure.
How can there be self-help “groups”?
If swimming is so good for your figure,
how do you explain whales?
Show me a man with both feet firmly on the ground,
and I’ll show you a man who can’t get his pants off.
Is it me — or
do buffalo wings taste like chicken?