I am back from a lovely wedding in Portland, Oregon over the weekend. There will be a bit about it; I also want to share an event where lemons turned into lemonade very quickly for me. To be clear the wedding of my step son was anything but a shipwreck; it was transcendent. The couple during each step of the way was able to inject their personal touches from the invitations, to the setting of the wedding, the meal and the after party. The wedding had an unadorned elegance to it. And through it all I was treated with as much reverence as the biological mother. It was a honour to be a part of such an event. Here's a somewhat candid shot of the couple with my step-daughter, her husband and son. That is one of Portland's major bridges in the background; we were outside in a park with a handmade arch built specifically for the wedding. (There's a lot of tall going on here, the guys are about 6'7" in height and the bride is 6'. You can see I am looking up
Getting it together one stitch at a time.