As we stood out on the sunny meadow last July at our god-daughter's wedding reception, my husband and I sipped champagne and gazed at all the beautiful young adults, including our sons, gathered to celebrate.
In my memory, this entire wedding day was filtered through a golden glow.
The bride was radiant and lovely; we watched as her shy husband's gaze followed her throughout the afternoon, as if he could hardly believe his luck at marrying…
Added by Anna Herrington on December 31, 2010 at 1:00pm — No Comments
We had been standing in line for ages that December day, a long snake of chattering children, mothers, and grandmothers, slowly inching up through the department store's levels. My gloved hand was clutched in my mother's, she and I standing silently together in this cheerful crowd of well-dressed humanity.
This was my mother's and my first experience taking part in a long-standing Southern Christmas Tradition.
We were going to ride The Pink Pig at Rich's Department…Continue
Added by Anna Herrington on December 15, 2010 at 1:00pm — No Comments