Monday, January 21, 2019

Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

The wedding was quite wonderful.  The bride wore a bright red long dress with spagetti straps and looked like a million.  She had white flowers in her black curls and her amazing smile.  My husband calls her the black Julia Roberts.  She and her handsome husband walked around the entire evening making sure they talked to everyone.  Today we went to a brunch at my friend's house, she being the mother of the bride.  I had more opportunity to talk to people I don't often see, and the day shone bright with a vivid blue sky.  I feel exhausted, though I had no responsibilities except hosting two of the groom's cousins.  I think a nap is in order.  Tomorrow my friend and I are going for a walk and coffee, so I'll hear her side, as mother of the bride.  It felt terrific to be only a guest, no more, and just enjoy myself.  And my sparkly shoes were kind to my feet.  I could dance in them and stand and walk in total comfort.  That's what I'm talking about!

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