This past Tuesday, my husband and I watched our daughter and fiance exchange personally written vows before saying, “I do.” Their words were eloquent and brought tears to our eyes. The uniqueness of this ceremony was the Zoom factor! They have been together for 9 years and engaged for almost 2. Then came Covid-19 to disrupt everything. Original plans had to be canceled, and they decided to wait for when large gatherings could resume again.
After 3 months and many conversations, they reached the same conclusion: they just wanted to be married. So, pressing pause for months or even another year seemed senseless.
With the blessings of family and friends, they pulled off a Zoom wedding from Tennessee! The ceremony was beautiful and we joined in from California with no technological glitches. We couldn’t be happier. Was it ideal? No, but they are now Mr. & Mrs. and that’s what matters most.
When we get the green light to throw a party, there will be a big reception and replay of their wedding vows. So we can’t wait for that exciting event!
It was refreshing to celebrate such a joyful occasion that gave us reason to “clink our glasses” and something positive to smile about.
Congratulations, Steph and Ryan! We love you!
“To be fully seen by somebody and be loved anyhow – this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.” ~ Elizabeth Gilbert
JUST MARRIED! ❤❤❤
Wishing you all something bright and sunshiny to celebrate in these times of uncertainty. ~Lauren 💗💗💗
The recent tragedy of George Floyd’s murder and the civil unrest that followed inspired me to jot down the various thoughts whirling around in my mind. I have more to say noted on the pages in my journal. But instead, I chose to try a another new form of poetry: a butterfly cinquain. So my words are few, but the message is huge.
Then yesterday on my walk with Copper, I came across these two displays – both profound and moving in their own ways. I couldn’t walk by without taking photos, so I give credit to my compassionate neighbors for acknowledging the ongoing injustice and the senseless murder of George Floyd, and for spreading much-needed love. This heart is one of many on a sidewalk that I admire everyday, and the collection began when Covid wormed its way into our lives. Even so, spreading the Love is part of the solution in every situation that brings pain. I thought this beautiful heart was a fitting end to what I’ve tried to convey.
My heart is still heavy, but Hope for change is not lost. 💗
In honor of our daughter’s university graduation, I found this quote, which I thought was perfect for today’s festivities and celebrations. The gorgeous photo is from my good friend, Sabrina.
Our daughter has persevered not only academically but also personally and today she’ll walk across the finish line with a Bachelor’s Degree in hand. To say we’re proud doesn’t even cover all the emotions. 🙂
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At this “youthful” stage in his life, he still drives, enjoys reading my blog,
has a facebook now, meets a good friend for lunch often, remains active
in his church and is still going strong! Someday, I’ll ask him again what the secret to a long life is…
Dad, I’m sending you a Blitz Torte (your favorite), but this time,
I didn’t make it myself.
You know I’m a great baker,
but this cake is not my specialty, it was Mom’s. I was afraid mine would look like the California Earthquake cake again! 🙂
Remember that? I think Mom really enjoyed my attempt and had a good laugh!
There are no new words to say,
only those that have been repeated over the years… Thank you for all you’ve done for your three daughters
and for all of their families. Your kindness and Love doesn’t go unnoticed. Thank you for being our Pillar
and for being Mom’s true love.
Our daughter is graduating today from community college and transferring to a university in the fall to work on her BA. We’re so excited for this new chapter in her life and so very proud of her hard work.
She especially didn’t let some daunting speed bumps stop her
or even slow her down to reaching this goal.
Her dedication and perseverance inspires everyone
who knows her… Moving forward…♥
When I think of Mom, I think pink Cherry blossoms in the spring I think elegance and grace and I envision her beautiful face Her smile would warm others for miles When I think of Mom I’m saddened to know I can’t call her and hear her “hello” but I can see her clearly as the garden from my window and each day she graces my memories while my love for her grows
“A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other.”
(quote from Google)
My sisters and I received the email below from my Dad three days ago. He has always shared these special memories of his time with Mom over the years. Now that it’s been a year since she passed away, the memories hold more meaning. When I read this, I was teary-eyed, thinking how remarkable, that in my parent’s life together, love and commitment truly did last a life time. As in any relationship, there were tough times, but they worked through them. Mom was 90 when she died and though he misses her more than anything, my Dad is still going strong and driving at 93!
They were about to celebrate their 67th wedding anniversary when she passed away. Before you read my Dad’s email, I’ll share a little bit of “back story.” Dad was in the Air Force and they met on a blind date in June 1941. Then they saw each other again in October. He was planning for another leave in December 1941, but with the bombing of Pearl Harbor, all leaves were canceled. As a result, they didn’t see each other again until April 1942, when Dad proposed (you’ll read this in his email). During all this time, they corresponded through letters. In June 1942, Mom took the train and visited Dad, then in July, he went overseas for 3 years. Again, they corresponded through letter writing for the entire 3 years he was gone and Mom waited for him to come home.They were married in February 1945, when Dad returned and they had only 10 days to plan the wedding.
I woke up this morning thinking about this day 71 years ago; I was 22 and Mom was 20. My Mother and I went downtown to Bloedel’s Jewelry store. There I picked and bought a diamond solitaire for your Mother.It was a Saturday and I was home from Selfridge Field on a three day pass. Mom was working at the bank and it was open a half a day. After buying the ring, my Mother went back home and I walked across the street to pick up Mom. We were both in good spirits (me especially) because I knew something she did not know.
We had lunch at the Empire Grill & Bar, and when Mom excused herself to go to the restroom, I placed the ring box at her setting. When she came back, and I told her that I wanted her to be my wife, she opened the box and we both cried. Mom held up her hand so that all in the grill room could see, and there was applause and more applause.When we left the Empire, we went back to Mom’s house to break the news, and the next day, Sunday, we had dinner with my Mother and Dad.So this was truly the beginning of our relationship (aside from our blind date), and even with ups and downs, we made it thru the years. and as it says on Mom’s grave marker, “Love Lives On.”
Love always, Dad”
Photo: Mom and Dad on their wedding day, February 24, 1945
“Is this so rare, a marriage forever
67 years of best friends to each other
Pour in the crystal and sip the wine
for this can only happen Once in a Lifetime“