I received a text from my middle sister…
She’s in Rome with her husband, celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary.
I’m glad things worked out for at least one of us kids. She married a good guy, had a wedding that our Mom could be proud of; she and Pop walked her down the aisle—all the bells and whistles.
Sis asked me what kind of souvenir I wanted. I told her a postcard for my collection was fine. She said, "Now that’s more than reasonable. I told the baby I’m not bringing her back an Italian guy !"
She says she’s taking lots of pictures, and they seem to be having a wonderful time.
I’m glad things worked out for at least one of us kids. She married a good guy, had a wedding that our Mom could be proud of; she and Pop walked her down the aisle—all the bells and whistles.
Sis asked me what kind of souvenir I wanted. I told her a postcard for my collection was fine. She said, "Now that’s more than reasonable. I told the baby I’m not bringing her back an Italian guy !"
She says she’s taking lots of pictures, and they seem to be having a wonderful time.
