Three days of partying, speech-making, rushing about, dressing, undressing . . . marriages are wonderful things. The sun is down this Sunday afternoon and we are all lazing about, occasionally debriefing about all that's happened and feeling a great need to rest.
The speech went just fine, the day went just fine. My daughter is married. I feel as if I have just closed a book somehow, on a great many things. It is a fine thing to be a parent.
I haven't forgotten the blog. I will come around to writing on it again soon.