The bride-to-be is happy and relaxed, and let me tell you, this must make all the difference in the world of Wedding Week. The Maid of Honor (her older sister, by a year) is smiling and organizing her sister in spite of her jet lag from just having flown in from China.
We three went "fun" shopping today, after breakfasting at a locals' hangout cafe, and before lunching at another locals' hangout cafe.
This evening I hit the grocery store in what will be a series of trips, I anticipate. I/we/I/we are doing the reception food our/my/our/selves. Most people I share that information with reply with a daunting exclamation of some sort. And I look at them, and think, "What is so difficult about this?" And as I replied to one person: It's not ME, per se. Anyone who comes through that door will be handed a melon baller and told to "Go wild."
And here are today's photos, Wedding Week, Day Two:
It snowed this afternoon:
They went running, of course.