In which our firstborn becomes a newlywed woman. A lovely, historic chapel, a hundred or so friends and relatives as witness.
She can't back out now.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Little Girl Across the Street
Pretty red dress for the little girl who lived across the street from us all these years. The young mad just behind my mother used to tease her when he came to visit. When she was little, she had a crush on him. I wonder if she still does?