Tuesday, 27 May 2008

  • The Rest of the Story

    I feel like Paul Harvey  Once upon a time, there was a mom who was having a crazy day trying to plan an outing.  In the end, the outing turned out even better than expected, because DH was able to come along, and he proved to be a big help. 

    The day was so filled with white lies that at times it felt like it was snowing.     When we finally reached our destination, the person we were supposed to meet had not yet arrived.  It was as it should have been.  We were there for the preliminaries.   When the person we were supposed to meet came on the scene, all was laid out for his perusal.  Decisions were made, paperwork was done, and the three of us headed out to refresh ourselves with a delicious dinner and a fun visit. 

    In spite of the illness back home, it was a thoroughly delightful evening that resulted in the placing of this on DD#2's hand last Saturday:







    That's my  late mother's diamond in the middle (they shared the same middle name), and those are tanzanites on each side.  Ain't it purty?   For another view, you can go here.

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