Just last Thursday I blogged about how happy I am that my beautiful daughter, Courtney, is so much in love. I don’t know why I decided to write that post; for some reason I was thinking of them and was filled with joy. Then last Sunday afternoon Courtney called me.
Courtney: “Hi, Mom. John and I are getting married next Sunday.”Can’t say anything… a million questions going through my head.
Me: “WHAT? Next Sunday? Like in seven days?”
Courtney: “Yeah, we’re gonna get married in his parents’ living room. We're just having the ceremony, then we’ll have a big party in June.”
Me: “Why Sunday? I mean, Valentine’s Day is Saturday.”Yeah, that’s the question I picked to ask.
Courtney: “But the pancake breakfast is on Sunday.”I should tell you, they live in a quaint little town outside of Albany. That evidently has pancake breakfasts. On Sundays.
Me: “The pancake breakfast?”
Courtney: “In town here. We’re gonna get married and then everyone can go to the pancake breakfast.”
Courtney: “Or maybe we’ll go to the pancake breakfast first and then get married.”
Me: “Um, yes... you could do that.”
Courtney: “And we’re going to Willie Nelson Sunday night. Isn’t that just perfect?”
In case you can’t figure it out, my precious angel is a bit of a free spirit. She’s an authentic peace-and-love flower child, a singer-songwriter who’s an equally talented artist. My little Joni Mitchell. Last summer they were casting hippie types to be extras in Ang Lee’s upcoming movie, Finding Woodstock. Yeah, they totally picked her.
Thankfully, I found a flight to Albany for only $308 round trip. I leave Vegas on Friday and come back on Monday. All my prayers have been answered lately, so I’d better not push it by asking for a heat wave. Or that nobody gross sits next to me on the plane.
Damn, I just wrote about them last week! Mother’s intuition? I am thrilled.
Here are a couple of new photos I snagged off Courtney’s Facebook. That’s Courtney and John, and my precious grandson, Connor.
Oh, what the hell is all that white stuff?