Friday, August 24, 2012
One More Sleep for Bride and Groom . . .
Clearly, many brides dream of weddings in Paris. . . .
Here on our little island, preparing for my son's nuptials tomorrow, we think longingly not of the Eiffel Tower but of a magic wand that would transport all the food, china, linens, cutlery, beverages. Not that I'm the one who has been driving a golf-cart-and trailer (only on tiny islands are golf carts the vehicle de rigueur) back and forth to the boat, shuttling across the water for supplies and more supplies and more supplies.
Instead, I've been chopping and slicing and stirring and baking, cleaning a bit, making up beds.But today our eldest daughter and I are heading to the spa with the Bride-to-be for facials and manis and pedis and good old pampering. (then we're picking up and hauling home boxes and boxes of edibles, but we're pretty focussed on the pampering for now, and by the time it's done we'll be ready for work again).
Rehearsal on the beach later this afternoon and then the bride and groom's family will have dinner here together as twilight settles in on the eve of our young couple's marriage. . . . much as I love that view above, this will be an occasion where nothing beats home . . .
And it looks as if the weather will co-operate quite nicely. Here's the view from the deck this morning (which, I've just realized is the morning of our anniversary -- Paul and I got married 38 years ago today!)
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