The Welcome Dinner - My sisters, the bride and the new mom.
And to think, it was just a few short years ago we were pummeling each other for the remote or last Pudding Snack Pak. Sigh.
Yeah, I have no idea why we're laughing, but I love this pic because: A.) It's me and Devin; B.) I am clearly trying to keep my dress from giving a peep show; C.) You can clearly see my version of the Bible a la Microsoft Word; D.) I just do.
If one could read minds, this is what they would see:
Devin: Look at how beautiful I am right now. You better appreciate this Patrick, because its running shorts and sports bras when we get back to Chicago.
Patrick: Oh, she is so beautiful. Don't cry, you sissy. You promised her you wouldn't cry again! Oh, boy, now she'll make me take her last name for sure!
Megan: They look so happy! I wonder when I should tell them I'm moving back into their house? Not now...but maybe after dinner....when is dinner, anyway? Ahh, food.
A private moment.
Hey, how'd he get through baggage check? Ah, just another way my sister tried to save money - the ol' "kid in a suitcase"trick. Figures.
That's it for now.
1 comment:
Fifth one up is the picture.
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