My SparklingFriend of decades, remarried in August. Until I can persuade BH to do some techassist and upload the photos from my baby camera, these are some glimpses of the intimate sparkling event that she supervised.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handwritten.” <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/handwritten/”>Handwritten</a>
And you scroll painstakingly through the photos to see what I could possibly have scrawled – wait, was it the swirl on the cake? No. At our age, it is rare these days for BelovedHusband and me to be invited to weddings. I have attended four and we have attended three over the past three months. All various age combinations, different audiences, different settings. What does this have to do with my handwriting? Well, for YoungerBrother, it was the crayon pencilled writing of his and his bride’s names for the backdrop, for my SparklingFriend (whose wedding I have yet to blog about), it was the words in the wedding card, and for the last, it was the words written to the young, first-time doctor bride and her groom, invoking the blessings of Allah swt on their union. No greater gift can one give.