A year ago today, I was getting ready to get on an airplane to head up first to Boston, and then by car to a mountain in Maine. There was a snow storm coming in and we had to be in Maine by 2 January 2010, my daughter's wedding day. We made it, and it was wonderful.
My daughter got married on skis. It was the wedding she dreamed about since she was a little girl. She skied down the mountain with her dad, met her fiance and guests at the bottom where we had an outdoor ceremony, in the snow. Later we all gathered for a lovely dinner in the ski lodge. It was a small wedding and quite beautiful. My other daughter got married in a big fairytale wedding a few years earlier. And that was quite beautiful, too. I've had the best of both worlds.
As much as I love sending mail, I find sending out birthday and anniversary cards very difficult. Even letters to my family are harder for me to write than to complete strangers. This year I resolve to end that and this card, which is going to Melanie and Nick for their first anniversary, is the first step toward that resolve. I will send a card to recognize every celebration in my family, and I will write to my family, just out-of-the-blue letters.
5:59 PM
What a neat story wedding! I enjoyed reading that.
7:08 PM
What a lovely story Postmuse. Elena just took to the slope for her first ever time about 2 days ago. She was a natural. We're getting married in 2011 too, but I can't imagine it being on skiis
3:26 AM
But what is the answer to the flying cork question?? :^)
Lovely wedding story, and admirable resolution. I noticed that about myself this past year, too, and sent a few pieces of mail art to family, but not nearly enough.
5:06 PM
The answer is c. 50 miles per hour.
My family seems to enjoy my handmade cards. So far I've sent three of the 365 to family members ... one to a sister, one to my granddaughter and now one to my daughter. Everyone in my family will eventually get one of the 365.
11:51 PM
Very interesting...the wedding story, the mailart to families...
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