We just received a wedding invitation from a lovely young couple. No save the date, no card to respond, very chic and modern with a photo of the couple.
I’ve never met the groom but have known the bride since she was about eight years old and I gave her and her cousin cooking lessons on holidays.
Oh, to be young and in love. I wish them every happiness. The groom’s name is one I gave my first cat in 1987 (I accidentally typed 1876 which seems like the right date some days when arthritis kicks in) which means “gift.” The five-week old kitten was a gift to me from 3,000 miles away. He was with me for 13 years and I never got in the last word, he was a Burmese/Siamese/Tuxedo DSH talker. Until I held him on his last journey, the one with the pink syringe. Then I just got to miss him, and his presence in my life.
Dear groom, it is a noble name to be cherished, and for your wife and families, certainly not for my cat. We wish you everything life has to offer. D & J
ps M, your photo is up on our frig for now but will be framed. I’m so happy for you! D
Cooking with Dee 