My little sister is getting married this weekend! They will have been engaged for exactly a year and while Franck was not her wedding planner, any bride (and her mother and father) can identify with the ups and downs of wedding planning!
Of course, after the flowers are chosen and the cake is tasted, at the end of the day, a man and woman go from groom and bride to husband and wife.
Looking forward to a really special weekend! In a few days, here comes the bride!!!
This weekend, my little sister got engaged! Their sunset proposal is the perfect start to a new life spent together: filled with wonder, special moments and all of life’s blessings.
This was one of the most special weekends I have had in a very long time. This weekend we went home for Father’s Day and for one of my poppy’s (grandpa’s) 90th birthday.
On Friday we had dinner with my dad’s parents, on Saturday we had a full theme party – more pictures to come later in the week! – and on Sunday we had father’s day lunch with my mom’s parents.
During lunch my nanny told me that everyday she goes on her iPad and comes to this blog. It just about made my day.
I am so lucky that my supportive friends and family (and even some strangers) come to this small corner of the Internet everyday, but I feel extra special (and loved) that Nanny comes too. If that isn’t a reason to post more often, I don’t know what is.
Thank you all for visiting – it means more to me than you’ll ever know.
That’s me. To be fair, I am also a mama’s girl – but that is sort of the beauty of having two really amazing parents. Today’s is my dad’s birthday – and I generally like to think of myself as his best birthday present 26 years ago.
Along the way my dad has given me more than a few gifts.
My dad is the reason I make faces, test out accents and enjoy the spotlight. My dad is the middle child, and he adores his big brother and little brother – giving my sister and I a model for real sibling love. He admires his parents, so, and I think gets many of his dance moves from them. He loves my mom, her dog, and their kids and never hesitates to tell them so (maybe not the dog as much). He is the best boss, and truly the benchmark to which I have held every employer to. He lives his life with integrity, honesty and compassion – those are priceless values. He is the reason I can make a jump shot, know how to properly make an “awesome bite” and quote movie lines. He has a drink, and it’s always with a twist of lemon. My dad has good taste, when I was growing up he was often called upon to give a second opinion on an outfit as I walked out for the day. My dad can tell a story, give a speech, and dance with the best of them. He is sensitive, he cries (it’s not just my mom that I get that from). He loved our wedding. He is “old fashioned” because he believes in hard work, getting the job done and doing the right thing. He is a strummer, a singer, a golden-rule player. He is also my friend.
He is the reason that my sister and I can stand on our own, believe in ourselves, live our lives with integrity.
Dad, happy birthday, I love you.
This morning I made baklava and mini pecan pies. My sister made honey glazed corn bread with a recipe borrowed from a friend. My mom made three pumpkin pies, pecan pie, cranberry scones, and a turkey (just for leftovers).
In the other room my husband and father are discussing business and books and music, and life.
Pretty soon we’ll all make an apple pie that we could probably all make in our sleep.
In a few hours we will go to my great Aunt J’s house and I’ll see my cousins, aunts, grandparents and celebrate all of the things we are thankful for. But, truly we are really most thankful for each other.
This year has been a year of triumph and successes, trying and tears, new discoveries, beginnings and the continuation of the journey we call life. That life is made more tolerable, more sweet, more enjoyable and that much more valuable when surrounded by people you love, and the people who love you.
I wish you the most peaceful of Thanksgivings, and hope you’ll have a moment to consider and celebrate all of the ways you are thankful.
Thank you for reading and allowing me to share my journey with you.
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As it gets colder here in DC, and as I count down the days until we go to Florida, I realize how long it has been since I’ve been home – almost ten months. I have seen my parents and family in that time, but it’s not the same as being home.
Home, now that I don’t live there, is about my mom and dad. Today is my mom’s birthday – (Happy Birthday, Mom) and since you haven’t met my mom too many times here on TDB, I figured I would play catch up.
My mom is hard working; a friend to her friends, to her kids, to her kids’ friends; she believes in the fourth quarter, in good company and in her daughters; she is a back scratcher, a hugger, a phone call away; she is a crier (she is where I get my “on like a faucet” emotions from); she is a do-er, and she just does; she goes above and beyond (can you imagine your mom getting on an airplane at 6am with frozen matzo ball soup and a cooked turkey and flying to your dorm to make a Passover dinner for you and your friends, none of whom celebrate Passover?); she is unintentionally funny; she is fiercely protective; she will climb mountains for the causes she believes in; she a baker, not because she knows people love cookies, but because she knows people love when other people think of them; she is a cheerleader; she is still a beach babe (seriously, not a Sunday goes by when you won’t find my mom at her temple, the shady spot between the palms); she is generous of her time, energy, and spirit; she is a mom to everyone who meets her; she is my best friend; she is a moment of summer all throughout the year.
Happy Birthday, Mom – and many more!