It’s after midnight and I have to leave the house in just a few scant hours to drive to the airport so I can fly to New Orleans, where my daughter is getting married this weekend. I should be sleeping. But I’m too wound up with last minute preparations and, frankly, too excited to sleep.
It’s hard to believe my little girl is getting married. Then again, it’s entirely believable and welcome and wonderful and something we all have been happily anticipating for a long time. What I can’t believe is that it’s all going to happen just a few days from now.
I’m too distracted and exhausted at the moment to write anything meaningful about the occasion, other than to say all of us are just delighted. But when words fail, sometimes pictures are effective.
One of the charming traditions of weddings these days is to create a video or slideshow of pictures of the bride and groom at various embarrassing stages of their lives and play it during the rehearsal dinner so all their friends and family can laugh at them. So of course we did this.
Digging through old photo albums to find pics was a lot of fun and I thought I’d share a few of the less blackmail-worthy ones. It’s tough to find pics of my daughter that don’t also include my son — they’ve always been best friends — so he’s in several of these as well.
I’m very protective of my children and their privacy and hesitate to post pictures of them online. But I sincerely doubt anyone could identify them from the pics below. Luckily for them.
Hope you enjoy the pics! I’ll be back in a week or so to report on the festivities. Or something.
Oh, look! I found a couple pics of ME while going through old photo albums. Here I am with all three of my sisters. I’m the demure one on the right with her mouth wide open. I must have been about five years old.
And this one is me on my birthday when I was . . . 16? Maybe 17? Ready to eat some homemade-from-scratch birthday cake. My mom makes the absolute best cake and frosting I’ve ever eaten. Ever.
OK, time to close my eyes for
a couple hours a few minutes before heading to the airport. I hope I end up sitting next to a handsome single man on the plane who won’t mind if I fall asleep on his shoulder. I’ll even try not to drool.
11 responses to “Memory Lane”
Beautiful kids!!! (You’re no slouch either.) I love the pic where they are holding hands in the woods. 🙂
They remind me of my two. Well. Except my daughter is the oldest. When they were small, they were best buddies. In school fought like cats and dogs. Now still pretty close though a couple of thousand miles apart. I always try to get a pic of them with their heads together. My son always acts put out by it, but she’ll give me a signal and swoop down on him. Hugs him tight and I get a pic. 😀
Have loads of fun at the wedding and in NOLA. Eat something decadent for me.
Love the pics and it’s so wonderful they are best friends. Love the ones of you too. Have fun and safe travels.
Like you, I have trouble falling asleep from excitement before a trip. Hope you get a seat by a very nice, single guy with a ready shoulder.
Wonderful! They aren’t even my kids, and I got sniffly looking at those pics. They tell such a wonderful story.
Best wishes to you and the whole family during this life changing event weekend.
I got sniffly, too. That first photo did me in. You have beautiful babies. They must have got that from their mom. Enjoy the wedding, and give the couple best wishes from all your imaginary friends.
There’s already a party here with these pics!!! 😄🎉🍹
Such, joy, such mischief. I wonder where they got that from 😉
The popcorn machine is plugged in and ready to go. Drinks on the portable bar. We need some cheesy music. Let’s get this party started!!
Beautiful! Precious! (sniff, sniff…)
*turns the crank that moves the wheel that pulls on the rope that raises the spinning disco ball*
Shake your booty, Shake Shake shake!
Whoa… Whole lotta shakin’ going on…
Oh my, BCB, your kids are gorgeous. And… I must say… so are you!!! What great pics to have to remember the growing up years!
Oh dear, McB is shaking her booty and alcohol is flowing freely. I must dive in…
Shake, rattle and rock ‘n’ roll!!
Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez. Letthe good times roll. In honor of our absent hostess being in NOLA. 😉
We need some of that decadent NOLA food too.