The Worst Thing About a Doctor Daughter

The worst thing about a doctor daughter, especially an OB/GYN doctor daughter, is that she knows how this whole baby-making thing works, so she's not likely to come home with a honeymoon surprise. Pooh.

Watch This Space

Eventually the photographer will have lovely, professional photos for us view. When that happens, I'll post the URL here. In the meantime, here are some lovely, unprofessional photos for your viewing enjoyment.

Annelee and the girls:


Craig and the boys:


Annelee's sisters, Lauren and Kitty:


Annelee and Craig:

Beauty, Joy, Serenity

Is it possible to have a nicer wedding? I think not. Perfect ceremony, perfect day, perfect weekend.

The memories are forming from fragments: Annelee and Craig sitting side by side, beaming joy. Annelee tearing up under yards of veil. Perfect weather for the wedding in an otherwise wet and unseasonably cold weekend. Grandma's toast: "Have two boys and a girl." Grandpa to Craig: "Atta boy!" The littlest guests plucking flowers from the arrangments. Country Roads. A shower of rose petals. Craig kissing Julie good-bye.

Thank you all for coming and for being gracious as I tripped over your names and had to ask them over and over again. I know that the new Mr. and Mrs. Eakes thank you too.

Empty Checkbook + Lots of Smiling = The Wedding's Almost Here

I cannot wait. You would think that with all the last-minute details I'm going nuts, but you would be wrong. Somehow it's gotten easier since all the big decisions have been made. It feels like Christmas. There's never enough time to plan as thoroughly as you'd like, but whether you're ready or not, the day comes. And it's always fun.

That's what I feel like this will be: fun, fun, and more fun. Our families are coming! Sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Our friends are coming! Old friends, new friends, work friends, neighbors. Lots of hugs and kisses and cheeks hurting from smiling so much. Annelee and Craig making their vows, and us getting verklempt. Little fingermarks run through the frosting on the wedding cake. Teenagers trying to sneak a drink. Laughing because something is going wrong. Laughing because so much is going absolutely right.

I keep thinking of Yeats: How but in custom and ceremony are innocence and beauty born?

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words

That being the case, here's a picture of what the groom's cake will look like:


Pretty pretty, eh?