"I am by far the oldest woman at this table. When I first held Harry in my arms, little did I dream it would take him forty-eight years to find and marry the girl of his dreams. I don't exaggerate when I say "girl" either. Look at her, she's a baby - twenty-eight and her mother could be my own daughter for crying out loud. I'd drink myself into a stupor if I didn't have to worry about appearances. Oh..stop. Tonight is Harry and Bree's night (what kind of name is Bree anyway? Sounds like a underarm deodorant) and I'll ignore the fact that I'm the only one here who recalls Pearl Harbor as an actual memory, not a history lesson. God, I miss William. We would have had a field day with this bunch. God. It's time for me to toast my baby boy and his baby bride. I have no idea what to say. "
Martha couldn't believe her son Harry was marrying someone that could be her own granddaughter. She felt so terribly awkward, feeling as if the others might be staring at her, wondering what she thought of it all. In between sips of her Dom Perignon, she snuck peeks at some of her new in-laws. If only her husband, William, was still alive; he would have buffered the pangs of age in a room scented with the blooms of youth. The two of them, with the shared silent signals learned from a lifetime together, would have been winking and nodding wildly at each other over the plates of pate. With a sigh she stood, raising her glass while her son whispered in his new wife's ear.
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Quote of the day - We tiptoed through there like a fat boy through a wolf pack. Leif Enger "Peace Like a River"Chosen because, come on...how fabulous is this simile? I really enjoyed this book and his colorful writing. I ended up with more than one quote out of it.
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