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0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Sunday, June 15, 2003 PASSAGESYesterday we attended a wedding of a little girl - lovely woman now - the daughter of friends of ours. The wedding was in an old colonial church, the bride was beautiful, the ceremony was brief, and the reception was held on her front lawn which slopes down to the river in a green swath. It was a country wedding - a natural friendly gathering of most of the folk in the upper end of the county. The food was abundant, simple and local - without even a trendy crudite tray. The family had truly expressed themselves in this celebration. And it made me ache with a sweet sadness to think of the passage of time, for well do I remember the day she was born and her father came by to see us and share his happy news. We toasted her with whatever may have been at hand and how I hope our wishes will carry through the years to ensure her rich happiness. posted by Bess | 6:20 AM |
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