Dear bloggy friends,
I'm afraid that things still aren't too good here from a health wise point of view, but I thought I had better get together some Sunday Snaps for you, otherwise you will think that I've disappeared from the face of the earth!! Hope you enjoy them.
I took Ruby to ballet yesterday morning, as mummy and daddy went to watch Eli at Little Dragons, as it was a grading session, and he was presented with his orange belt.
The next two photos I took when the little ones were here yesterday afternoon.
Little Alfred had his operation early last week as soon as the family arrived back from France. It was to be a very delicate operation, so it was wonderful to know that it had all gone well and, after three days, he was allowed back home again, although he has to take things easy for the next six weeks.
I'm delighted to say that Kelly was well enough to go to the wedding last Saturday. Emma said that it was a beautiful, magical day, but very emotional as well. It had been really miserable in the morning, but at 1 p.m. the sun came out and they were able to waft around the grounds of the beautiful setting which is Langdon Court. So everything really came together for everyone.
This next photo is of my granddaughter number 1, with son in law number 1 and Kelly.
Here is Kelly with the girlies!
I thought you might like the sign on the back of the bride and groom's chairs!
Here are Emma and Eleanor. As Emma gave the bride away, the colour of her dress had to co-ordinate with the cream of the bride's dress.
Finally, the bride and groom!
Apparently, the day before the wedding, one of the bridegroom's sons, said that he would like to say something at the wedding. Now they didn't have a clue what he was going to say and, as he was a typical fifteen year old lad, they were a little apprehensive. The following is what he read out. Emma said that there wasn't a dry eye in the house.
There are poems about Mothers and poems about Dads.
Some poems make you laugh and some poems make you sad.
There are poems about birthdays and poems just for lovers,
But there are very few poems that are about a Stepmother.
She is portrayed as evil, a devil, a shrew,
With agendas aplenty and morals quite few.
There are many more names and none of them stellar,
If you want a long list of them, ask Cinderella.
She's a gold digger, a home-wrecker, really quite harried,
But that doesn't describe who my father just married.
He married a woman as warm as the sun,
Who has opened her heart to most everyone.
She is generous and kind and sweeter than sweet.
With a smile and a kind word to all that she meets.
When first I met her, I was a teen, oh so smart,
With the world at my feet and tongue sharp as a dart.
She saw through my facade and made me her friend,
And I knew then she'd be there through thick and through thin.
Stepmother's a harsh word and the French have another,
Its 'Belle Mere', and translated means Beautiful Mother.
So I say to you, my Belle Mere, my beautiful mum,
Please know that I love you, you're my very best chum.
We've all been so lucky to have you in our life,
My Dad got it right when he made you his wife.
I think you can probably imagine just how happy this made the happy couple!
Take care until we see each other again.