She was on her hands and knees in the middle of the barn floor doing what she does best: laughing. Laura‘s wedding day had (finally) arrived and Ashton was hard at work; helping, serving, assisting, scurrying, decorating, laughing. She was having fun working. Repeat: fun and working WERE in the same sentence. Because that’s…
Let’s face it: when you’re standing on a dock at the Pacific ocean overlooking THAT view, *anything* is going to be more fun, more memorable, more enjoyable, more special, more fantastic. But add into the mix a ride in this boat after a Ferry Ride across the bay and then a weekend of baiting and…
The day had been one big swarm of activity. Friends. Aunts. Cousins. Mom. They all buzzed in and out of the bridal suite, always in a hurry to tend to one task or another; but never so busy they didn’t stop to tell a joke or share a giggle or gasp at…
Every week, I drive down into Americaland for a day. The border guards welcome me “home,” my Honda loves switching from kilometers into miles (yay electronics!), my Verizon cell phone immediately starts down to business calling anyone and everyone I can think of who might possibly be able to talk to me (the first call…
After all the planning, all the little stress-making-moments, all the details, all the anticipation, her wedding day arrived. Finally. She hung out with her best friends in the last few minutes as the bride-to-be and relishing the almost-there-ness of her long…
The dawn wasn’t as dramatic as I’d hoped for (I love dawn. Always have. Always will.), but the view was nonetheless spectacular. We left our corner of normalcy at o’dark thirty (I think it was 530am, if we’re going to be specific) to catch the 7am ferry across the ocean. Yes, I did say ferry…
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