A Very Important Postscript

I wrote my last blog entry tired, a little overwhelmed at work, and beyond cranky to be fighting Finley's vicious daycare cold (I really am the world's worst sick person). It had indeed been an exhausting weekend- Finley's first big trip, accompanied by an awful lot of moving parts. But I realized last night that I had left out the most important part of the Foutzberg weekend, and that is this:

On Saturday, I got to be there (literally, right in the middle!) while my dear, sweet, funny, driven, fun-loving, free spirited, loyal friend Jackie married the man who loves her as much as I do (and the only person who has ever admonished her to "make good decisions" and lived to tell about it.) I've known Jackie for the better part of my adult life, and have admired for years her grit and determination as she held a bad marriage to an alcoholic together by the skin of her teeth, finally left him and did a bit of finding herself, put herself through college and then grad school, became an Air Force pilot as the young Airman I first met always said she would, and eventually committed to a kind, compassionate, and- yes- patient man who will finally take care of her. It was an honor to get to be a part of their forever vows. Their relationship is- as all good ones are- perfectly imperfect, and last weekend felt very much like watching them cut the docklines and set sail on life's grand adventure. There is no one more deserving of happiness and laughter, and both in abundance is my fervent wish for the Foutzbergs.

The photo says it all.

And, as I'm "PS"ing, I have to share this one too, because I keep forgetting it and it's a classic. Our little princess loves admiring herself. I wish I could say she was looking at photos of her cousins, or figuring out how to use Dad's blackberry, but she is actually just checking out a photo Dad had taken of her earlier that day. With some approval, apparently.