Sharing Is Caring
Since I've been away for a while, I thought I'd share some of what's been happening over the last month. The big event, of course, was R's wedding. Check it out:
They're very cute, right?
It was an outdoor wedding, with perfect weather. I cried like a baby. A big, fabulously dressed baby who cried every time my son looked at me. But, you know. Emotions. And then, when I got it under control, it was time for the mother/son dance. And Ry had picked out the song I used to sing to him when he was a baby!
Robot. Heart. Melting.
Seriously. Why am I so emotional now? I used to be hard. As hard as the rock in that old rock 'n' roll. (Oh, wait. That might be another song. Hm.) Maybe that's what happens when you are a mom and your kid gets married? Here's a pic of my mom at my wedding.
On a side note, look at my dad checking out my mom's butt as she walks. What a perv.
The wedding went wonderfully (aside from that one crazy redhead bawling her eyes out) and luckily, I didn't drop the sand in the sand ceremony, like I did at rehearsal. I'm pretty sure that would not have been as funny as it was at rehearsal, when--out of embarassment at dropping my jar--I yelled "Ta-dah!".
That's me in the blue dress, not dropping the sand.
Here's a really good shot of M and her boy, plus T's mom and dad behind them.
And my bro and his family came down for the wedding, so that was really nice. Here's R before the wedding, with the Fabulous Miss A.
Miss A and I spent some quality time together, with me teaching her to knit. She did a good job with it. I'm hoping she continues.
More stuff tomorrow. I've got plenty to catch you up on!
They're very cute, right?
It was an outdoor wedding, with perfect weather. I cried like a baby. A big, fabulously dressed baby who cried every time my son looked at me. But, you know. Emotions. And then, when I got it under control, it was time for the mother/son dance. And Ry had picked out the song I used to sing to him when he was a baby!
Robot. Heart. Melting.
Seriously. Why am I so emotional now? I used to be hard. As hard as the rock in that old rock 'n' roll. (Oh, wait. That might be another song. Hm.) Maybe that's what happens when you are a mom and your kid gets married? Here's a pic of my mom at my wedding.
On a side note, look at my dad checking out my mom's butt as she walks. What a perv.
The wedding went wonderfully (aside from that one crazy redhead bawling her eyes out) and luckily, I didn't drop the sand in the sand ceremony, like I did at rehearsal. I'm pretty sure that would not have been as funny as it was at rehearsal, when--out of embarassment at dropping my jar--I yelled "Ta-dah!".
That's me in the blue dress, not dropping the sand.
Here's a really good shot of M and her boy, plus T's mom and dad behind them.
And my bro and his family came down for the wedding, so that was really nice. Here's R before the wedding, with the Fabulous Miss A.
Miss A and I spent some quality time together, with me teaching her to knit. She did a good job with it. I'm hoping she continues.
More stuff tomorrow. I've got plenty to catch you up on!
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