Steve and I are getting married in the morning. Steve has now met all of my immediate family. Tuey is very taken with Steve's bald head and likes to think about it and talk about it with an occasional, "I love Uncle Steve!" thrown in after his Uncle Steve hair comments. M(5) is our most enthusiastic wedding helper. When we set up for the reception this afternoon, she lugged around folding chairs that weigh more than she does and followed close on my heels everywhere I went. She's spent this entire week making me valentines (including a FANTASTIC book I will blog later) and secretly sneaking them into my bag. All three of the older marmots helped ("helped" in some cases) make reception cookies, and I've overheard several play sessions that involve pony weddings.
Thirteen and a half hours . . .
2 comments:
I wish I was there! It would feel like everything had come full circle.
Oh, you're married now! Congratulations! Wish I could have been in Utah for it. I'm so happy for you! Good luck in your new chapter of life!
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