Sunrise. Sunset.

Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older
When did they?

The Kiss

When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday
When they were small?

Watching the Speech

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Mmmm. Pizza.

Congratulations, (Former) DUN and DUN's Boyfriend (Now, Husband)!
The Wedding, on Friday, July 10, was beautiful and perfect.
The Reception at American Flatbreads in Ashburn, VA, was totally awesome fun.

See my photos (from the reception only) here.

And, I happened to look pretty cute that day, too.

*smooches*

Comments

  1. Mel2:52 PM

    Yes, but you always look pretty cute.

    ReplyDelete
  2. anne marie in philly3:00 PM

    you're damn right you looked cute!

    VUBOQ rocks the fashion world!

    ReplyDelete
  3. dpaste3:39 PM

    Awwwww {melts into a puddle}

    ReplyDelete
  4. LeftCoastGirlie "LCG"4:30 PM

    What a beautiful tribute to their wedding.

    Happy Marriage blessings to the cute couple I don't know. :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. ShallowGal9:55 PM

    You better watch out or you're going to get a rep as a Virginia-lover.

    xoxo, A

    ReplyDelete
  6. Anonymous6:20 AM

    Love love LOVE the pink pants and green tie. What a beautiful bride! Hopefully I can look half as good ;)

    ReplyDelete
  7. Anonymous4:39 PM

    just printed this (and your post about getting dressed for the chapel) for my wedding scrapbook! thanks for the memories!!!

    scgb's s

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I'm Back (from Vacation)

 I'm back. I will be posting about my vacation soon.  Well, soonish ... maybe this weekend.  I dunno. Also, I came back to a big pile of stress at work.  Good times. Can I go on vacation again?  (Why, yes. Yes, I can.  I'll be flying to Atlanta for Pesach.  Just the weekend.  Not the whole dang thing.  My body needs gluten. And, then, a quick trip to NC in early May to see the 'rents.) ANYWAY.  Israel and Latvia posts coming up. Stay tuned. Or just look at the pix on my IG. *hugz*
Read more

If We Took a Holiday ...

 Happy Presidents' Day! Since I last posted, so much has happened ... I think.   I was going to bake my parents heart-shaped biscuits, because -when we were wee lads- my mom used to bake my brother and I heart-shaped biscuits on Valentine's morning.  They were not as good as the biscuits I make now. However, after I grated the frozen butter in my food processor, I tipped it out into the flour and the handle on the food processor broke.  The bowl fell into the flour.  I dug out a few pieces of plastic and a spring, and I threw it all in the trash.  I called the manufacturer.  They are sending me a new bowl ... in 2-3 weeks.  UGH.  HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE BISCUITS NOW?!?!? The SigNoth caught a cold, so Valentine's Day was even more of a bust.  Not that I really buy into the whole pseudo-holiday thing anyway. Saturday, I did my taxes. Refund, yay!  And, I ordered some nice stationery.  I thought it would be fun to use my fa...
Read more

Too Early But Not Early Enough

 6:00AM. With the new normal, I should be on a bus to the metro station, where I board a train and then another train to arrive at my office bright and early and chipper as a newborn squirrel. Today is special, though.  It's Pottery Class Registration Day.  Which is surprisingly competitive.  The DMV has too many Type A Soccer Moms (and Dads). In order to register for class, I have to log on at 6:30AM and hope the Pottery Gods are kind to me in the registration queue.  We shall see ... so exciting. After I register, I will then board a bus and a train ... and another train to get to my office.  Depending on what time I arrive, I will either work late (ugh) or take some leave (also, ugh).  Being totally honest, I will more than likely take leave because I hate being at work late.   This would be a perfect day to telework.  If we were allowed to telework.  Too bad Danger Yam (as one of my mutuals calls He Who Must Not Be Named) thinks...
Read more