This weekend, our cousin was married. One of our little baby cousins whose cheeks we pinched. I was the lady at the guestbook - Gnat and Al were with their cousins handing out candy and programs. And little baby Sabrina got married.
I'm not a wedding cryer - of course, I say this even though I cry at every wedding I go to... So in fact, I cried a bit at the thought of my cousin and her big sister and little brother and how I remembered when they were all born and how sweet they are.
And, I cried again at the wedding dance during all the sappy dances - - and laughed at the Chicken Dance and the Hokey Pokey... and I smiled when I saw the light-hearted dancing of my daughters and nieces as the littlest one chased a boy around the dance floor. I remembered those days when it was Missi and I at our aunt and uncle's wedding and we were the ones in matching dresses ripping holes in our tights - dancing the night away.