"He has taken me to the banquet hall, and His banner over me is love."Song Of Songs 2:4
As I was putting up my wedding china, silverware and crystal from the Sunday meal I could not but help think of the day I would sit at His table.
Then with the most coordinated and precise little hands, she turns on the mixer.


Since no one else assisted with this cake, the beater was all Charlotte's!
Almost any concoction of juices or yogurt will work. I have tried about every one, but for this particular summer afternoon these grape treats were simple and I am all about simple these days.
... and swimming lessons. Last year Charlotte had her first swim lesson. She has looked forward to going again all winter. She respectively called her teacher "Mrs. Shark" until I finally convinced her the name was in fact Mrs. Sharpe, not Mrs. Shark.
It was a day for diving into the water and laying on one's back.
Her excitement and joy of the water just couldn't be disguised as she smiled through the entire 30 minute lesson.
Of course remember not to allow your basil to flower. Pinch back the leaves to where two leaves are growing and your plant will flourish and continue to put out new leaves. Do you see where I have pinched?
I figured the best way to do the cake and it was divine. I made the same moist white cake recipe and froze it so that when cut, the edges would be so much neater. They were and this fluffy new icing was heavenly too! As a special treat for the unmarried bridesmaids, there were four, I placed a little fake diamond ring in the center of one of the individual servings of cake. Traditionally, the one to find the ring in her cake would be the next bride. It just so happens the one to find it in her cake is anticipating a proposal soon!
Speaking of cakes, the bride's cake was beautiful in its simplicity. Note the hydrangeas from my bush.
Nervous Charlotte was the Flower girl. I will not go into how she finally managed to get down the aisle. I shall show her the video later, then maybe I can be brave and watch it too.
First time for everything. At my house we have certain rites of passages. One of them happens to involve coffee; you may drink coffee when you are of the age of sixteen. While at the wedding reception, Rose talked her father in allowing her to have 1/2 of a cup with sugar and lots of cream. She drank it daintly with a straw.
I know I do not have to clarify this statement, but a photographer I am not! But if I only knew how I would, because there are so many pictures in my brain that I can not capture on the camera's lens. But the lights on the table were so enchanting to my eyes.
Ah, the roses! These beauties adorned my luncheon table with their grace and romance.I wanted to give them to the mother- of- the bride to decorate her dining room table since she would have out of town guests for Sunday lunch, but Rose absolutely could not part with them and I shamefully relinquished any gracious sacrifice on my part.
generated by all the wooden shoes going down the halls. Rose pulled them out fascinated by such shoes and hardly believing that her mother would wear such things. But she incorrectly thought of them as junk to be played with until they were relegated to the garbage can. Oh no! These definitely possessed loads of sentimentality, and what if I wanted to wear them again? And wear them again I did as I finished cleaning the garage. But these shoes have shrunk......or is it true that bearing children causes one's feet to grow? Earnest Hemingway absolutely stated it rightly by saying, "Never go on any trips with anyone you do not love." It has been decade...