You Have Been Warned

Steve and I promise to be the most boring and annoying company when we finally come back from Maine next week. All we want to talk about, think about and kvell about is THE WEDDING. How many times have Steve and I rehashed those magic moments when we walked--no, flew--down the aisle with Elizabeth, so proud and happy and joyful to be her parents and to see her married.

You can see a preview of the photos from that never to be forgotten evening (at least by us), by clicking here. Needless, to say, we have scrolled through them countless times already. Thank you, Melissa, for being such a considerate, sensitive and talented recorder of this event.

Ellen's Addiction

Help! I am in the throes of a serious carbohydrate binge. I suppose it's part of my post party/wedding syndrome but it's been enabled, facilitated and aggravated by a gift of a giant tin of Hammond Pretzels, the greatest pretzels bar none in the universe. They are virtually irresistible--at least to me. Despite my best efforts at consumption and Steve's serious partaking--the pockets of all his clothes are now gritty with pretzel crumbs--there are still some left.

Here's is my dilemma: Do I keep shoveling them into my mouth until they are thankfully all gone or do I somehow find the will power to resist. In desperation, I've moved the tin out of the kitchen into the back room but somehow that hasn't worked. Today, when alone in the house having self-righteously declined an invitation to go the Tolls for a brunch of fresh corn fritters and maple syrup, I tiptoed into the back room and dipped into the tin for a rather large handful of pretzel pieces. As anyone with half a brain knows, pretzel pieces are much, much less fattening that whole pretzels.

It's Official

The big question is: How can I return to normal life now that I am no longer Mother-of-the-Bride but Mother-in-Law?

It helps that I am still in Maine where it is a beautiful day with acres of diamonds on the lake. Everyone has left and I am busy doing laundry. But dancing in my head are wonderful visions of that magical night--the loving couple under the chuppa, happiness and love flowing all round them, joy so intense it was almost tangible.

At times like this, how sweet it is to be a parent.

Today is THE DAY!

Love is all around me. I am so happy for Liz and Giuliano and their new life together.

The Original Happy Couple. . .

. . .enjoying a sunset in Heaven.

10 Days Away!

What does it mean to be Mother-of-the-Bride? Well, for one, you run around like a chicken without a head finding ways to spend awesome amounts of money and time on suddenly essential items.

For example, yesterday I sprinted into Sephora like a crazy woman and filled a bag with two new water resistant (very important) mascaras (gotta have a back up), a new lipstick to go with the 5o others I have stashed in my drawer, a new eyelash curler (what if the old one breaks?), 10 sponge applicators (you never know), etc. etc. All this to be used with the brand new lighted make up mirror already purchased and waiting in Maine.

Then there's the special professional steamer I bought and am schlepping up to Maine (and which I will have to schlep back) so that all our clothes will be creaseless and gorgeous on the big day. And, of course, there's my dress and the requisite underwear and two pair of new shoes--flats for the ceremony and heels for the party. Oh, yes and I just had to run out and buy a cute new top for the Friday barbeque despite the fact that I have a zillion tops both here and in Maine.

These last few days have been so much fun!

Less Than Two Weeks Away!

Is it possible that I can get some sleep in the next 11 days? Each night it seems the very second my head hits the pillow, my brain wakes up and I am spinning in overdrive with questions, thoughts, fantasies all about THE WEDDING. Is this all part of normal Mother-of-the-Bridedom?

Everything is Bright and Beautiful

I am in a state of barely controllable excitement.

Maybe. . .it's because there is not a cloud in the sky. Maybe. . .it's because the dock is no longer under water. Maybe. . . it's because our new landscaping is flourishing and the house is freshly painted. But maybe, just maybe. . . it's because I am sooooo happy that Liz and Giul are getting married and that the wedding will be here in Maine.

21 Days and Counting

It's official: We are three weeks away from the B.E. aka the Big Event, the Blessed Event, THE WEDDING. I give myself full permission not to think about anything else.

It's a gorgeous day and I am taking that as a good omen. Every Saturday this month will be as lovely.

I had a wonderful dream last night about the wedding. The best part was that I saw my mother, looking impossibly young, dressed in a blue velvet strapless gown, her hair rich and dark and wavy and swept away from her face. She was simply stunning and I was so happy she was there.