Our yearly pilgrimage begins tomorrow. I'll be sweating in the dry sun, thankful, at least, to not be sweating myself to sleep in the apartment.
The reason for our late departure: Matt and I spent today skipping the busride to photograph a double wedding (!) with sister brides (!!) and 26 ladies-and-dudes-in-waiting (wha?!!!). All of which means that we fly out tomorrow, so this post goes out to The Poppa, whose paternal celebration day I will miss (yet again) this year.
Dear Poppa,
Thanks for understanding. And thanks for giving me Carly, who would never ask me to have a double wedding because my head would implode at all the pressure. (Plus she'd have to wait between 3 and 7 more years.)
Love.
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