Wasn’t she sweet?
We knew the day was coming, but we always thought it would be farther away. Our little girl is engaged! We like the young man. They have realistic plans and level heads. But…
Anyway, I’m in the throes of MOB (Mother of the Bride) fever. She wants a September wedding. That’s three months from today!
Other than that her plans are kinda sketchy so far. My plans, what I can make of them, are in a ring binder that’s getting thicker every day. The only thing I know is: don’t try to get ahold of me the second week of September – I’ll be gone.
We knew the day was coming, but we always thought it would be farther away. Our little girl is engaged! We like the young man. They have realistic plans and level heads. But…
Anyway, I’m in the throes of MOB (Mother of the Bride) fever. She wants a September wedding. That’s three months from today!
Other than that her plans are kinda sketchy so far. My plans, what I can make of them, are in a ring binder that’s getting thicker every day. The only thing I know is: don’t try to get ahold of me the second week of September – I’ll be gone.
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