Cindy flew home for the weekend and what a wonderful weekend it was. She looks great, she’s eating healthy and working out regularly, not to mention all the walking that comes with being a NY City girl; she’s in the best shape of her life. While this is a good thing, the inch that has melted away from her already slender waist has made another dress fitting necessary! So everyone please say a little prayer that when she next slips into her lovely gown, a mere four days before the wedding, that it looks and fits perfectly.
On her first morning home we rose early and headed off to the local farmers market. The day was clear and, as it was early, the temperature was a perfect 75 degrees. We spent the morning wandering through stalls of hand-made and home-grown products. After tasting , squeezing and smelling all manner of veggies, we purchased tomatoes, the first of the season; baby cucumbers; a bag of mixed greens from my favorite greens vendor; fresh-baked farmers bread from the German baker; giant sweet carrots; red onion and some locally made Gouda.
A collection of hand-woven baskets caught Cindy’s eye, she returned again and again to the booth filled with the free trade products; impressed not only with the lovely baskets but the humanitarian business philosophy. When we finally headed for home with our sacks full of fresh organics, a beautiful hand-crafted, free trade basket swung from her arm.
The best part of the weekend, not counting catching up over a beautiful bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and the lovely shower hosted by friends of Cindy’s future mother-in-law, was making the bouquet prototype. The all green succulent arrangements are going to be more beautiful than even we imagined. Cindy is thrilled.
We also worked out the cake design, finalized the menu, walked through the photos she wants taken, decided on the ceremony layout, worked on the veil, picked out the father of the bride’s wedding-wear and practiced our up-does.
So after three frenzied days of wedding planning, wonderful fresh meals eaten under the arbor, a little wine, a little sangria and a little more of Wayne’s amazing orange crushes; it was time for her to leave. Although we had been very productive, getting much checked off our long list, by the time she turned to wave good bye at the airport, our to-do list and excitement was growing.