Sunday, March 29, 2009


I love a wedding.

Yesterday, my good friend was married and I don't think I've ever seen a more excited groom in my life. He looked like he was going to cash his lotto check. My friend was elegant and glowing and every detail was meaningful and smooth. And the ministers (a husband and wife team) mentioned John Hope Franklin! How cool is that?! And the food was delicious! I sobbed my way through the toast, and my husband informed me later that I actually turned toward the camera each time I paused to compose myself. And he said I went into the ugly cry. But my children screamed my name (well, they screamed, "Mommy!"--is that my name now?) as I entered the reception with the best man. I wish people were always excited when I entered a room; that was nice. Oh well. I'm happy! With so much bad news, and nearly every week I hear that something awful has happened to someone I know, a moment of joy and love fills me with glee. I still have the warm fuzzies.

Yay for love and shout out to my hubby!


Anonymous said...

Yay for love indeed!

Ink said...

It sounds like a lovely event! And you said "warm fuzzies" (a splendid and underused phrase in my book). Kudos.

And thank you for doing the blogging meme! Loved your answers (and now I like your blog title even more than I did before, which was a LOT). Very interesting and fun.