I'm still coming down from a high. The weekend was amazing. Ali was such an enchanting bride. The ceremony was touching and personal. The reception fun. We achieved the whimsical yet elegant feel we spent a year creating, in everything from the happy tear hankies to the fabric wreaths on the front doors. I took no pictures. Nothing could do it justice like what Ali's wedding photographer captured. Ali flew in Jill Thomas from California. Not only was Jill a total girlfriend (which made us feel like we had known her forever) but her photography is . . . well, look at her site.
In the meantime, here is the ONLY picture I snapped. The quilts were a huge success. All of the kids and a handful of adults chose to sit on quilts on the grass. At one point one of the winery dogs plopped down next to Harleigh and napped in the sun. It was all so magical. The weather was probably the most perfect I've ever experienced here in Georgia. Thank you, God, for delivering that little surprise!
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.