|Here comes the bride!|
|For some reason I love this shot...the sky, the angle.|
|Who said bubbles are the new bird seed?|
|Doug, soaking wet.|
|I picked the vegetarian lasagna.|
Something has been going on as of late. On Mother's day my sister and mother and I wore the same green.
Then I visited my grand baby, Natalie, and we wore the same outfit. I asked my friend what was going on.
|Doug's mama, me, Doug.|
It's called synchronicity ... and it's because all minds (and hearts) are joined ... it is only the non-recognition of this that continues to cause confusion and alarm. But I don't think you really have a problem with accepting the rhythm of Life, my dear ♥
The maid of honor and best man (son number two) made the toast.
|Son two making the toast.|
There was a d.j. and the did the chicken dance and the hokey pokey and all of the traditional wedding reception dances.
|"You do the hokey pokey"|
I do this thing...where I wake up and I can't sleep and I get up and "prowl." I lay in bed and think and I have to get up. I have to get up and do the stuff that thrusts me out of bed. So I got up and plumped pillows and peeked into the fridge to see if we have enough food to feed seventeen people. Eventually, I throw the towel in and go back to sleep.
At nine a.m., seventeen proceed to show up. Brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews. Sister-in-laws. Sons and daughter-in-laws.
|more breakfast crew|
Daughter-in-laws from Phoenix who have trouble adjusting to Eastern time.