Today my west coast brother informed me that it's National Chicken Fried Steak Day and Worldwide Howl at the Moon Night. This message assured me that things are somewhat back to normal, and helped me realize that I'm not quite ready to stop thinking about wedding memories. First the moon. As I sat at the rehearsal evening cookout, watching the crescent moon rise over the mountain (see yesterday's picture) I said to one of my youngest great nephews, "Isn't the moon beautiful?" He replied "Yes, it reminds me of the one at the start of movies, with the boy sitting on it with his fishing pole." I haven't been to a movie for a while but I knew exactly what he meant. It was a nice bonding moment. The chicken fried steak reminded me of the Thursday before the wedding when my brother, sister-in-law and two of their grandchildren and I ate supper at a Denny's. I had country fried steak (close enough) and a lovely conversation with my great niece who I held when she was one day old. I have seen her since then, but not for five years, so it was a pleasure to get reacquainted with her 12 year old self. She was so excited about the role she would play as greeter at the wedding, her newly pierced ears, and the earrings the bride have given her. My whole visit was a wonderful chance to re-bond with so many relatives.
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