If Stasi's was the wedding that never ended, then Abi's was the wedding that barely was. Except for a few calla lilies, there is no trace here. And no one to look at the light fixtures with me. I took a few moments this morning to wallow in my self-pity. And I took advantage of the moment and scheduled visits to both my dentist and my gynecologist. Misery loves company.
(Be reassured: I am not feeling so bad that I felt the need to call my periodontist.)
On a happier note: Here are my girls all wearing the right dresses, I think.
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It was so, so, so good to see you this weekend.
I felt at home. I missed my second mother.
all my love!
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