Here's this week's column.
I actually wrote it last week because I knew we were going to be busy. And yeah. He was actually married on Saturday up in Logan. It was a magical day. Truly. A lovely ceremony followed by a small, intimate reception in an apple orchard hung with lights and festooned with wildflowers. There were tacos and dancing involved. Because there was a mildly Latin touch to the whole event, my grandson wore a Mexican poncho and my granddaughter had a Spanish fan.
Happy, happy day.
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What a lovely toast. Congratulations to your son and his new wife. I'm glad they found each other. My sister got married about a week before your son. There was a hamburger truck instead of tacos. Lots of flowers and a chandelier hung in the backyard. I got to help with flowers which included an early morning trip to the LA flower market where I felt a little like Eliza Doolittle.
My brother just had a birthday. He doesn't like cake so my sister, the recently married one, made him a doughnut cake. Basically it was a stack of doughnuts and doughnut holes but for him, much better than the usual birthday treat.
Oh! this sounds so beautiful. I'm sorry we weren't there to celebrate with you.
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