The Team

"Mom? Mia's on my team."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah and so are all the guys in my class and Ringo and Ava and Tommy and Ivan."

"What team are we talking about, Bob?"

"You know my team. My team for my life."

"That sounds like a winning team."

"It is. For real."

Remember

"Mom? Why is daddy staying home from work tomorrow?"

"Daddy and I are going to Great Aunt Edith's memorial."

"Because she died."

"That's right."

"What do you do at a memorial?"

"People will talk about Great Aunt Edith and remember her fondly. Then there will be praying."

"Do you get to hug her?"

"No."

"Will you see her?"

"I don't think so, no."

"But I want to give her one last hug, Mom."

"I understand. You'll have to remember the last time we saw her and you gave her a big hug and a kiss."

"That was her last hug from me for her whole life."

"Yep."

"Look at this Lego guy, Mom. He's Clone Captain Argus."

"You doing okay, Babe?"

"Yeah. And I think I need a medium hug."

"Done."

Smacksy Sunday Links

Okay, so I'm linking back to one of my own blog posts here. A year ago at this time I posted my favorite stuffing recipe brought to you in a time machine from the glorious 1980's. Just in time for Thanksgiving...

Kissssing is a rather compelling site of post after post of vintage photos of couples. Addicting.

And a video of how to wrap a cat for Christmas.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Bringing It

Mia was over yesterday for a lunch date. Bob entertained her by balancing a piece of bread on his face. She was understandably impressed. "Oh Bob, you're so funny!"
Folks? Lock up your daughters. Bob's bringing his A game.

Bridesmaids

Me, Hermanita and the groom

In 1996, my friends Loretta and Matt got married. I was honored to be a bridesmaid. Loretta grew up working in her mother’s used clothing store and now owns one herself. She is a connoisseur of all things vintage.

For her wedding, Loretta wore a lovely gown from the 1940’s. She dressed her maid of honor and two bridesmaids in sweet, vintage, pastel, prom dresses. I was the bridesmaid in yellow. We all wore short white gloves, our feet jammed into vintage pumps. My shoes were a size and a half too small but when it comes to vintage shoes, you get what you get.

Hermanita, Loretta’s bridesmaid in violet floral, had flown into town for the wedding. Hermanita was a notorious crier. She cried tears of joy over the phone when Loretta called to tell her that she and Matt were engaged. She cried again when she was asked to be in the wedding party. She cried when she got off the plane and again at the rehearsal dinner. Hermanita was adorable and her happy tears were endearing.

At the ceremony, Hermanita and I stood side-by-side and clutched our tulle wrapped bouquets as we watched Loretta walk down the aisle with her dad. I looked over and noticed that Hermanita was crying again. I squeezed her arm and whispered, “Are you doing okay?” She dabbed at her eyes with her gloved fingers and whispered back.

“I’m fine but these damn shoes are killing me.”

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Today in honor of our friend Becky the Bride (aka Princess Mikkimoto) and her imminent vows, some of her bloggy girlfriends have gotten together across the internet to share our good wishes and bridesmaid memories. We are Becky's Bloggy Bridesmaids and we are delighted to be phoning in our bridesmaidly duties. Read more bridesmaid goodness from:

Ann at AnnsRants

Suzy at Hot Comes to Die

Jessica at BernThis

Ellie at One Crafty Mother

Amy at I Have More Rocks

and Wendi, Kelcey, Marinka & Heather at The Mouthy Housewives

I Wonder What His Password Is?

And yes, that is a "Storm Trooper ATM."

Don't Call It A Playdate

It's a "journey to the dark side of the force."
Apparently the dark side of the force is just to
the left of the barbecue.

The photo above is concrete evidence that somewhere
in the galaxy it is already Casual Friday.