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Walking to the Pourhouse |
Can you believe it’s still the wedding day and we’ve already done so much? Joan and the girls arrived around 2 and it was great to see them and hear Bubby read her book, The Buffalo in the Bed, to them. Alyssa has many college-age volunteers and interns at her job, and had found a sitter (two, really, since the first one got sick and had to cancel at the last minute) for the girls.
Sunday I had made breakfast reservations at the Heavenly Roadside Café in Scott’s Valley. It turned out not to be the place I meant to go, which was Humble Sea in Felton, but the food was OK and we had one last meal together before heading out – Joan, Ira, Bubby and the girls to San Francisco; Josh and Jen to Medford, and Dave and I went south for some wine tasting in Paso Robles. Everyone agreed that even though their weddings and wives are different, they are all terrific. Both my boys had made excellent choices. I’m a lucky mother!
Me too! May your luck last forever as mine has!
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