On Saturday, June 12, my baby boy, and last unmarried son, Scott, said, “I do.” How did this happen? Well, I know how it happened, of course; they met, they fell in love, they got engaged and bam, they’re married. What I mean is, where did the time go? It seems like yesterday I was knee deep in diapers and baby food, then Legos and matchbox cars, and eventually soccer balls and school books. It all went so fast. I remember, in the midst of the growing up years, people would tell me how quickly it would go and I have to admit that there were days when that didn’t seem so bad. Now I tell moms and dads of young children to soak it in and enjoy this season of their lives. I hope they listen better than I did.
A beautiful toast from the best man, Mike Gesme. Scott and Mike have been friends for longer than they (or I) can remember. 
Hmmm. . . perhaps a smaller piece of cake would have “fit” better, but I think the intent was to have fun.
Although they didn’t have an official wedding dance, they did have a “first dance together.” Ah . . .true love.
Scott and Angelina heading off on their honeymoon to the Oregon Coast. 
As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, Scott is our last child to get married. According to tradition, it is the role of the mother-of-the-groom to “shut-up and wear beige.” I have failed miserably in that department. I don’t look good in beige and well, shutting-up has never been my strong suit. It’s probably best then, that I’m done with this “wedding season” of life. I think now I have free reign to say whatever I want. No?