Isn't She Lovely?

That's one of my lifelong friends, P, from San Diego and her new husband. They got married in Spain last month and had the wedding reception at her mother's home in San Diego this last weekend. So, I was able to head down to my old roots and hang out with my girls L and J - we're going strong with 20 years of being friends. I wasn't able see P, only at the reception. But, amazingly enough, my friend J moved into the neighborhood where I grew up, and P's reception was at her mother's home in the same neighborhood, so we walked two very short blocks to the reception. It was a wild and quick weekend of hanging with the girls again, and I can't believe it's been 10 months since I was down there (Post #6: There's No Place Like Homes). Here's some more pics of me and the ladies. P is so beautiful...









The reception was amazing. They had taken dance lessons and did the waltz so perfectly for their first dance. Then, when P danced with her father, J and I started crying. It was just the sweetest thing. And then J had said to me "Do you remember when we would have slumber parties here 20 years ago and would make popcorn and yell at her parents to leave us alone while we watched movies all night? Did you EVER think that we would be sitting here 20 years later celebrating her marriage?" No way. There's so much history there. Hard to believe that you could be back in the same location many years later. These 3 friends. We have history, and we continue to make it throughout our lives.

When her mother saw us walk in, she freaked out and started crying. In her speech she mentioned how young she felt, and part of that had to do with seeing P's childhood friends and saying how we all still looked the same. She was such a happy mother, and I was so happy for her.

Anyway, now that I am back, I am fighting off a terrible cold but doing ok. I know that I haven't posted Olivia's 15 month letter and I am late. I never have been before. And it is filling me with anxiety. It will be posted this weekend sometime, and what won't be included is the reality that she is beginning to walk (because this happened just yesterday!). It is assisted, but it is walking. We give her a week to be walking on her own (and hopefully it won't be while we are on vacation next week!!!). I'm going to take some video tonight because it is the cutest little marching band walk, and oh, she is so proud.