I’m just back, tired and happy, from a whirlwind trip to our beloved New York City. We flew out for a bridal shower that a dear friend insisted on throwing for me. At first, I was a bit apprehensive about the concept of a shower… it sounded so 1950’s. But now that I’m back, a little older and wiser, I can tell you that it was fantastic. If getting married is more joyful than this marvelous weekend, then one’s head must actually explode from all the love and delight.
As soon as I pull my wits together, I’ll be back with the full scoop.