pretty, happy, funny, real ~ Wedding Edition!

Pretty

 Our beautiful Bride escorted by her very proud Daddy!

Happy

Our youngest with her bouquet of balloons, which she released during The Kiss at the end of the ceremony.

Funny

The Ring Bearers ~ our younger son & the groom's cousin ~ looking away during the "ewww" kiss!

Real

The Bride & Groom spent the majority of the reception outside on the playground with all of the kids!

Birthday Daybook

outside my window...it is dark & still; another 100 degree day predicted

i am hearing...the hums of the computer & water cooler

i am wearing...navy blue shorts & a green tank top, a ponytail

i am grateful...that God know my needs even before i do & always provides; thank You, Jehovah~Jireh


i am planning...two weeks with #4 daughter's friend from the Seattle area visiting, so my daughter is making most of the plans

i am pondering...life, home, legacy

i am praying...for the family, especially the parents, of my dear friend who died two weeks ago; they had two daughters who are both gone now; oh, how their hearts must ache


i am reading...Psalm 119, slowly, one section (8 verses) a day


i am creating...a tidier, more organized home


from my kitchen...my traditional birthday dessert: strawberry shortcake


from my teacher's desk...a light week as we try to ease along after #2 daughter's wedding last week: math, copywork, and reading each day for the younger 3; i hope to get back into Morning Time & Latin after our friend leaves


a picture thought to share:

7 + 1!

Join Peggy at The Simple Woman's Daybook

She was the one who was so good with words...

Thursday night my 19 year old daughter came home from Albania to get married.

Her two best friends were spending the evening with me, waiting for her fiance' to pick her up from the airport & bring her home around 1 o'clock in the morning.  It made me feel so good that these two young ladies like keeping company with me even when my daughter isn't around.  I was also thinking about how precious these friendships are to my daughter.  While they were here, I received a phone call from a niece of my dear friend, telling me that my friend had died suddenly on Tuesday.  I was stunned and sad.  I am still stunned and sad.

She was five years older than me; she took a shine to me when I was at that most awkward, most annoying age of 13.  We had a mutual love of music, but she had far more talent and skill.  She could pick up any instrument and play it.  She gave me voice lessons.  We sang and played together at church.  I think we dissected every Heart and Fleetwood Mac song and wrote out every single vocal and instrumental part.  She encouraged me to play the drums and even bought a set.  We formed a band.  She taught me to sew and cross-stitch and think for myself. 

Oh, there was so much more.  She programmed computers.  She wrote fan fiction.  She twirled the baton and danced.  She did an impression of a dying pickle.  She was brilliant.  And she was the best friend i ever had.

In the last few years, she had not been able to do many of the things that brought her joy.  I hope she is doing all of them now ~ with gusto.