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george. and some photos

It was strange, getting some mail today addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Thompson and realizing I am Mrs. Thompson.

Last night, we met our friend George for dinner. A good friend, we have a tradition of meeting about every other Wednesday or so at the Sherwood Diner in Westport. Just to catch up, shoot the breeze, enjoy the tales, tall and otherwise. We’ve been doing this for years.

A tall Swede, funny, gruff—you’d never take George for having a sentimental bone in his body. But you’d be wrong (shhh, don’t tell anybody).

Anyway, last night George asked if we would mind sitting at a booth instead of a table. “Let’s go there, in the back,” he said. There was a booth decorated with a tablecloth, a congratulations banner, and candles. George’s eyes were sparkling and he laughed when, after he suggested we sit in the decorated booth, I sputtered, “but that’s reserved for a party or something ... ” Duh!

We had a wonderful time. I wish we’d had the camera with us so we could have gotten a picture of George and the wedding table he set for us. I was so touched by George’s gift I almost started crying several times throughout the dinner.

Today we received a package from Mary Pugh containing a copy of our wedding license and a disk with the photos her daughter took. With Kate’s photos and Chrissy’s photos, we have some nice pictures of our wedding. She did such a nice job we have to make sure we don’t forget to give her our testimonial.

Here are some more photos—the top and bottom photos are by Kate and the middle one (and the one above) are by Chrissy:

And yes, I do feel different. Hard to describe how. More centered, maybe, more able to face what’s ahead of us. And very happy.

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