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Love in Lowell: A Grand Farewell

Mrs. and Mr. Sox decided to have a grand exit from their reception, as they needed to leave the convention center to walk across the driveway to the hotel.  Sparklers became the go-to exit accessory, and as everyone filed out, different relatives handed them out to all participants.  I think they ran out at one point, because Mr. Library and I had to mooch some off from someone who had taken a fistful.

After the first dance and the exit, however, there was more of an exit to worry about.  It was time for Al to leave, to drive to the hotel by the airport and go back to the west coast for the rest of the year.  I wouldn’t see her again for an entire year.  One of my best friends was leaving, and there was a hole in my heart because of it.

Al said goodbye to the happy couple and walked out to her car with me and Mr. Library.  We all hugged, and while we meant for it to be a dry goodbye, I burst into tears at the same time as Al.  It sucks being that far apart from one of your best friends.  It SUCKS.  I tried to maintain composure throughout the rest of the night, but I ended up standing with my face hidden in Mr. Library’s shirt for five minutes just to get my crying out as Al drove away.

I collected myself and walked over to the crowd that had gathered for the newlyweds’ exit.  Mr. Library brought out our Flip camera to document, and he ended up catching an exchange with one of our fellow wedding-goers.  The wedding guest was clearly drunk and asked Mr. Library who he was.  Mr. Library explained that he was one of the bridesmaid’s husbands, but I guess that wasn’t good enough for the guy because he then proclaimed that he was just going to punch him in the face.  He even asked his friend if he knew Mr. Library and if he thought he deserved to be punched in the face.  Classy, unknown wedding guest.  Truly classy.  With the mood I was in, if he had even touched my husband, I would have gone ballistic.  Thankfully, drunk man moved on and left us alone.

Finally, the sparklers were lit and the newlyweds appeared.  We cheered and smiled and tried to keep Mrs. Sox’s hair from catching on fire from the sparklers.  We helped the newlyweds get their suitcases to their hotel room and waited at their door to make sure that they got them.  With some hugs goodnight and some more well wishes, Mr. Library and I headed off to our own room… only to end up arguing over something dumb.  I think it lasted for around fifteen minutes, long enough for me to climb into bed, curl up against him, and fall asleep.  No sleep and a highly emotional state did not make for a pleasant wife.  Sorry, Mr. Library…

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal Dinner

The Night Before

Getting Our Hairs Did

Playing Dress-Up

The First Look

Show Time!

Just Dance!

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Love in Lowell: We’re Going to the Chapel

Ahh… if only our day was that simple.  It would have been great to save the day with dessert and then simply get ready for the rehearsal, but there was an element missing:  the groom.  Mr. Sox needed to be picked up from his parents’ house about a half hour away so that we all could set up the reception ballroom (which was practically right next door).  Our team of wedding elves was on the job.  We picked up the groom, said hello to FMIL, FFIL, and Dory Sox, and went to Devens Common.

The ballroom, and the Commons itself, was gorgeous.  Despite the rain that had started to fall, the grounds were green and the atmosphere inside was lighted beautifully.  Aunt J was already in overdrive getting the wedding coordinator to show her all of the choices for mirrors, so Miss Sox directed us in how to set up the tables with runners and centerpieces.  We also set up the photo booth area, which was easy enough since the PVC set-up was the exact one we had at our wedding!  Hooray for wedding recycling! 

Within a half an hour, we had everything set up.  Aunt J said she would take care of the rest of it later that evening after the rehearsal, but now it was time for us to go back to Lowell, check on our desserts, and groom ourselves for the actual rehearsal.

With dessert safely in the fridge and people showing up in droves, it was time to get ready to head to the church.  Thankfully, the church was only about a mile away and there were three mirrors available for all of the ladies.  I decided to wear the same dress I had worn to my own rehearsal because (A) I loved it and (B) it was clean from our honeymoon.  I quickly did my hair, helped some of the other girls with dressing, and ran to Miss Sox’s car.  We were running just a little late, and I certainly did not want the reason to be me.

Short car rides are never uneventful when you load a car to capacity with overly excited wedding people.  Mr. Sox drove, Miss Sox sat beside him, and we three wedding elves smooshed into the backseat.  We were well dressed (even though Mr. Library was grousing that I had made him wear a shirt and tie and Mr. Sox wore a nice polo) and ready to go.

The wedding coordinator at the church took over immediately once most of the wedding party had arrived.  Due to a sinkhole the size of a car on Route 93 and traffic on 495, some people were late, but the show had to go on.  We practiced our processional as Mr. Library and Al took pictures.  Mr. Library was still pretty new to my fancy-pants camera, so some of the photos came out a wee bit… um… blurry.

Having gone through my own wedding rehearsal, I knew that it was important to just go with the flow and memorize where you needed to be when.  Don’t fight the system; speak up when you need to, and then just let it happen.  The wedding coordinator was a strict bird, but she did a great job making sure people knew where they needed to be.

Once everyone was in the correct place, it was Mr. Tim’s turn to practice his reading.  By this time, his reading had become legendary.  Why, you ask?  Because it talked about “his lover being a gazelle” and began with a firm and boisterous “Hark!”  It. Was. Hilarious!  We could see that he was trying everything he could to keep it together during his practice, and he did a good job.  But the real question remained… could he keep from laughing tomorrow?

We recessed like champs when we were told to, and just as we hit the end of the aisle, the missing groomsman showed up.  Nice timing!  We practiced a few more times with him in the mix just for good measure.  The priest said, “Now is when you all act like you ALL just got married and walk down the aisle together with your partner.”  Uh… didn’t I just get married for realz?  Hmmm.  Awkward.  At this point, I decided it was a good idea to introduce myself to the man on my arm since we had never met or spoken before.  It turns out his name was Dan and he could walk pretty fast.More aunts and uncles began to appear at the end of the aisle, meaning one thing:  It was time for dinner!  With a last few words about how to get to the restaurant and the wedding coordinator warning Miss Sox that the service had to start on time the next afternoon, we were off to fill our stomachs.

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

Volumes of Love: God Only Knows Where I Would Be

This is it.  Two hundred and eighty posts later, I have completed my journey from a know-extremely-little blogger to a Mrs. with a love of wedding planning and more realistic views of what a wedding entails.  It has been quite a journey, and I would do it again in a heartbeat… even the tears of frustration and the nights were I just kept repeating how much I hated the process.  It was all worth it.  I am now the wife of an amazing man, and we have a marriage I can be incredibly proud of.  That’s what it’s about, right?

Before we finish our wedding recaps for good, I want to thank those special people who stood with us throughout our journey.  There were so many people who went out of their way to give us a hand, both literally and figuratively, and we are incredibly blessed to have them in our lives.

First and foremost, we have our parents to thank.  Both pairs have been together for over twenty-five years, and they have set marital examples for us all along the way.  They have been supportive and loving, accepting our new spouse into the family with open arms.  We love them so much!To our extended family members, many of whom were more generous with their time and fund than I could have ever imagined:To our wedding party.  We would certainly not be the same people (or have the same moves on a pole) without you.  You are an incredible group of people, and we love each and every one of you more than you know.To our friends who came from near and far to be with us.  Your love and support made the process of wedding planning fun and humorous.  We hope you fully enjoyed yourselves!To Mrs. Botka, the woman who probably never thought she would be a matchmaker in her middle school Gifted and Talented classroom.  Without you, we wouldn’t have known each other, and we wouldn’t have achieved as much as we have.  You are always welcome in my classroom!Finally, to Mr. Library, the man of my dreams and the love of my life.  I certainly wouldn’t be the same woman without you.  You have helped me become someone I can be proud of.  You push me to think about difficult topics, branch outside of myself, and try new things.  We are going to have the best adventure together, and I cannot wait to experience life with you by my side (and in the same state!).  I was a very smart 18 year old when I told you that I would say yes in the future if you proposed.  Thank you for giving me a million and one reasons to say it.  I love you with all of my heart.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Library wedding.  I have loved, cried, despised, rambled, worried, and had a blast.  Thank you for reading, and please stick around!  I’m not dead yet! (Quick, name the movie!)  In the next section, I relive the second wedding I was in during the summer!

Walk me through this completely:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Our friends get in on the act

We find a snack in a pretty field.

We keep it in the family.

We dance into the reception.

Ch-ch-ch-chow down!

You have a little something on your face…

Dancing in tune

Catch!

There’s so much to love about the reception.

The photo booth genius

We could have danced all night!

We can sleep when we’re older!

One last summer fling

The married bachelor and his party

Mrs. Library X 2

If we could go back in history…

If I were you…

Volumes of Love: Reconsiderations

No, no, don’t get the wrong idea!  There is no way I would reconsider marrying Mr. Library.  His smiling face, loving arms, and hilarious antics show me every single day how I was meant to marry this man.

My reconsideration comes in with how things went.  On our wedding day, everything was perfect (and if it wasn’t, no one told me!).  I was relaxed, I enjoyed myself, and I tried as hard as I could to take it all in.  But now being separated from the life-altering event, I can see how I would have done things a little differently.  There aren’t many of them, but there certainly are things that I would change.

#1.  Seating:  I wouldn’t stress out about the seating arrangements as much.  I was so tired of the seating chart the week before the wedding because everyone tried to give their two cents about where certain people would feel “most welcome.”  We loved everyone who came to our wedding, so the argument of feeling “most welcome” still doesn’t hold any water for me.  If you weren’t welcome, why did we invite you to our wedding?

We had people who looked at their escort cards and decided to rearrange themselves.  Okay, I’ll call them out on it (though I am sure they don’t read this).  My cousins E and J decided not to sit where I had painstakingly placed them and jumped in on another table.  People were absent, so it didn’t matter.  And guess what?  The world didn’t end!  Check that out!  Everyone seemed to have a great time, and no one said anything about not feeling welcome.

Seating for our bridal party has played a larger role in my looks back.  In all honesty, I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of the head table to begin with and I’m still not.  I just don’t like it.  I don’t like how there are long, rectangular tables when everyone else at the wedding gets to face each other at circular tables.  I don’t like that my friends cannot sit with their dates.  I don’t like that my husband couldn’t face his wife without craning his neck.  I just don’t like them.

And yet we had one.  It was functional, but I would totally change it.  To what, you ask?  To this:(Source)

Except it wouldn’t be so red.

I want long tables where everyone can sit together like a long family table in the kitchen.  You can sit next to your date or across the table.  I love this look.  Why I didn’t ask for it to begin with is beyond me, but anytime I have a large party again, the tables will look like that.

#2.  Being secure in my requests.  Brides walk the line of being called “Bridezillas” all the time, and I didn’t want anything to do with the term.  I was picky up until day of, and then I kind of relaxed and just went with it.  Unfortunately, that means that our photographer didn’t get some of my requested shots.  I just didn’t stick up for them.  He didn’t get a shot of my something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.  Thankfully, I had noticed and took a picture myself, but there were so many little details I thought would be capture but weren’t.

#3.  Relying on my friends more.  I think I was so concerned not being a burden to anyone else that I may have come across as a control freak.  I feel little pangs of regret when I see other brides having their bridesmaids help them with projects.  Of course, my bridesmaids did help with projects, but I’m just afraid that the wedding was more a reflection of me not asking people to help than of the ones I love.  To whoever felt left out because of this, I apologize.  I just didn’t want to stress you out!

Other than that, I wouldn’t change much.  I was surrounded by people I loved and who loved me.  What more can I ask for on my wedding day?  Good weather?  Oh yeah, we had that too…

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Our friends get in on the act

We find a snack in a pretty field.

We keep it in the family.

We dance into the reception.

Ch-ch-ch-chow down!

You have a little something on your face…

Dancing in tune

Catch!

There’s so much to love about the reception.

The photo booth genius

We could have danced all night!

We can sleep when we’re older!

One last summer fling

The married bachelor and his party

Mrs. Library X 2

Volumes of Love: Ready for Our Close-ups

With the rest of our wedding party and our moms gone, Dad Library and brand new FIL Library helped Mr. Library (you know, my new HUSBAND!) and I to take some individual shots with the photographer.  

Whatever we needed held, they held.  Whatever needed moving, they moved.  Whatever needed to be chiseled, they brought out the knife.

Yep.  We brought out the knives.

While I’m sure we were breaking some law, there is a tradition on the bridge that people who have some sort of loving event crave or write their names/initials (since those are less incriminating) on the bridge.  Since I had forgotten to bring a Sharpie, Dad Library pulled out his jack knife and Mr. Library went to work.  I played the lookout.

After fifteen minutes (yes, it took that long), the masterpiece was finished, and it was worth every minute.  

We then moved across the street to a field with a bright red barn I had fallen in love with when we have visited the bridge before our wedding.  We asked the owner a couple months before if she was okay with us taking photos there, and as luck would have it, her daughter was getting married in July too.  Ever the sympathetic mother of the bride, she graciously allowed us use of her property.

As we crossed the road, we ran into a couple who were taking pictures of the bridge.  The man greeted us and said, “It’s a wonderful day to be married!”  Oh, how right he was.  In fact, this couple had been married on the same day in France 58 years before!  What are the odds?  We believed it to be a very good omen.

Once we got into position in the field, we forgot about the photographer and simply got a moment to be us.

After these pictures were done and our time dwindling, I realized how hungry I was.  While I had made it a point to eat before the ceremony, my stomach was clearly telling me I hadn’t eaten enough and I needed a snack.  What’s a hungry Maine girl to do in her wedding dress?

Pick blueberries of course!  We each ate about a handful before jumping back in the car to go to our reception for family photos and, of course, the party!

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Our friends get in on the act

Volumes of Love: Hug It Out

And we were husband and wife!  This is the face I make when something is really exciting.  Trust me, it was.

As we walked down the aisle, some of our guests remembered to toss the flower petals at us.  Remember how we had made all of those envelopes for seeds?  Well, a few people (Mom and MIL Library) seemed to think that the seeds MIL Library got would stick to my dress and be awful, so since Aunt M wanted us to buy more flowers, we got flower petals instead.  It was a quality life decision.  One of my favorite photos from our ceremony came out of a few wayward petals making their way down my dress.  Being a gentleman, Mr. Library offered to get them out for me.
I told him he could get them later.Directly after our ceremony, we wanted to have a receiving line to ensure that we said hi to every guest.  Trust me, it was something we loved later on when we couldn’t actually make our way to all of the tables later on.  To keep it simple, Mr. Library and I just had our parents and siblings join us in the line.  Some of the Groom Squad decided to line up too.We’re MARRIED!!!See Groomsman D there in the background?  He cried more than anyone, including me.  I plan on doing the same thing at his wedding some day.We positioned the parents next to each other on either side so that they could introduce the other family to people they didn’t know.  Mr. Library and I did the same for each other.Meet C, my adorable cousin.  She was even color coordinated with the rest of our wedding!  Her new talent that morning?  Squirting a squirt gun… at the bride!  She was tons of fun to have around before my dress went on.These are the faces we make when we see each other. T was my mentor teacher in Providence, Rhode Island, when I student taught in her classroom.  We’re pretty much two peas in a very abstract pod.  I was so excited that her family came!I know I look pained here, but I swear I am telling Aunt M how much I love my bouquet.  Again, I was so excited that she decided to come to the wedding.  Let’s just say some family drama threatened to get in the way, but everyone put on their adult pants and came to party!With all of this love coming our way, we wanted to capture it in a special way, a way we could remember for the rest of our lives…

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Volumes of Love: You and Me

As I tried to pull myself together, I looked at Mr. Library and lit up.  This part was two years in the making, and it was time to become husband and wife.  I kept squeezing his hand as Father Walter spoke.  When I get excited about something, I tend to make faces.  A lot.  There are some pretty good faces our videographers picked up during the ceremony.

Father Walter asked everyone to be seated and then welcomed our guests to our ceremony.  Because Mr. Library and I are from two different sects of faith (I’m Protestant and he’s Catholic), it was important to us that everyone, no matter what faith or spiritual background, be welcome at our ceremony.  Father Walter did a wonderful job with that.  He explained that our wedding party was made up of a great number of different religions, and that was probably also reflected in our friends and family.  No matter what faith, we were here to love one another in the presence of family, friends, and a higher power (sorry Atheists!).

After the opening prayer, we had our readers take the floor.  The day before, we had practiced with Rachel reading first, but during the ceremony, Father Walter said that a poem special to us as a couple would be read first.  Ralph was the poem reader, not Rachel.  Because of the wording mix-up, Ralph thought he was supposed to go first but was stopped when he went to speak.  Father Walter tried to discretely direct him, but Ralph is hard of hearing being as he is 92 years old.  After a minute or two of confusion, Rachel began to read.
“What is Real?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but Really loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

As an English teacher and a lover of children’s literature, this reading was perfect.  The Velveteen Rabbit was one of my favorite books growing up, so it was like I was bringing Mr. Library full circle in my life.  He is my Real.  And while I may still have my hair and eyes, with him, they don’t matter so much.  I’d rather be Real too.

Ralph read the poem that Mr. Library picked after that.  The emotion of his voice caught once or twice reading it, and I can only imagine that he was thinking about his wife Lillian, the woman playing the keyboard.  They have been together for years, and I know Mr. Library idolizes their relationship.  The tears filled his eyes as he read “I Love You” by Roy Croft from his scroll (his touch!).

I love you,

Not only for what you are,

But for what I am

When I am with you.

I love you,

Not only for what

You have made of yourself,

But for what

You are making of me.

I love you

For the part of me

That you bring out;

I love you

For putting your hand

Into my heaped-up heart

And passing over

All the foolish, weak things

That you can’t help

Dimly seeing there,

And for drawing out

Into the light

All the beautiful belongings

That no one else had looked

Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you

Are helping me to make

Of the lumber of my life

Not a tavern

But a temple;

Out of the works

Of my every day

Not a reproach

But a song.

I love you

Because you have done

More than any creed

Could have done

To make me good

And more than any fate

Could have done

To make me happy.

You have done it

Without a touch,

Without a word,

Without a sign.

You have done it

By being yourself.

Perhaps that is what

Being a friend means,

After all.

Mr. Library is a poet at heart, and this poem spoke beautifully to how we feel about each other.  We couldn’t have asked for two better readers or two better readings.

It was then time to move into our vows and rings.  Father Walter broke with the traditional flow a little bit by speaking to the crowd about how weddings typically take place in a church, but with the beauty of the forest and river around us, you could feel God’s presence everywhere here.  I still cringe a little bit about this part, though it was meant to be positive.  Lots of people had raised an eyebrow or two (including Mr. Library) when the idea of getting married on the bridge came up.  I am of the religious camp that believes that you don’t have to be in a church to know and feel God, so getting married on a bridge was just celebrating what He made.  I understand the structural importance of a church, and the spiritual importance for some, but I didn’t want some people murmuring about how this marriage should have taken place in a church.  Thankfully, I didn’t hear any.
Our vows were very traditional.  Due to the pressure of the day, we knew we didn’t want to have to memorize something (I would have totally forgotten!), and Father Walter had encouraged us to do vows that others would appreciate and understand.  While I had originally wanted to write our own, I was just as happy to write Mr. Library a letter before the ceremony and then speak vows that had been taken by our parents and grandparents before us at the wedding.

The first part of the vows was a question and answer session.  Father Walter had not told us what the questions were the day before, so we hadn’t practiced answering them.  Anyone else see where this is going?

Have you come together to make this arrangement freely and without reservations?

Oh crap.  Do we say, “We do?”  Do we say, “Yes?”  What do we say?! Being the smart couple we are, we decided to divide and conquer.  I said, “We do.”  Mr. Library said, “Yes.”  And everyone else laughed.  A lot.

Will you love and honor each other for the rest of your lives?

We still didn’t have our answer completely down in unison, so we took a minute to look at each other and let the other make the first noise.  It came out something like, “Yyyyyyyyessss!”  Again, everyone had a good laugh at this.  I found it hilarious.

Will you accept children lovingly from God and bring them up according to our faith’s traditions?

With lots of head nodding to let the other know what answer to go with, we both said yes this time.

After we had our answers relatively down pat, Father Walter had us individually repeat after him.

“I, Mr./Ms. Librarytake you, Ms./Mr. Library, to be my wife/husband,I promise to be true to you in good times and bad, in sickness and in health.  I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

Our gorgeous rings were blessed, and we exchanged them (I pointed to the finger Mr. Library had to put it on for him!) by saying,

Mr./Ms. Library, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Father Walter then said those magical words:  We were officially husband and wife!  We were then allowed to kiss!  We tried to not make it too PG13 so it was pretty short, but my lip gloss had plans to stick around a lot longer.

We lit the Unity Candle, kissed again, and listened to the end prayer.  What felt like years of planning was over in about fifteen minutes!  But we loved it.  And we loved each other.

Now it was time to exit and get the party started!

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember