Toward the end of Darrrah’s wedding, M turned to me and said, "When I get married, I want it to be right here. In this room. Do you promise me? I will marry Jessica right here."

Then tonight, we were playing with these cootie-catchers (that’s what they were called when I was little) – these pieces of paper that you fold up into little contraptions that you can fold and unfold and then find little messages/fortunes at the bottom. One of them had little messages about future husbands. First we did it for A. She was not happy with "you will marry a doctor" or "you will marry a rock star" or "…accountant" or "…artist." She only wanted "you will marry an athlete" when I told her that an athlete could be a male gymnast or ballerina. M got "you will marry a movie star", to which she said, "But I thought I was going to marry Jessica!".

Speaking of getting married – I have lots and lots of photos from the wedding. I will start posting some of them here over the next few days.