written saturday but not posted... until now.

This is my first remote blog entry, thanks to my Palm. Entering text using this stupid shorthand sucks, though I am actually doing fairly well. I forget spaces. I am actually on the train, on my way home from the bachelorette party. Thinking about how A. is getting married... Crazy. I was 17 when we met... A part of me was born through my knowing her. Marc and I used to watch cartoons in bed with her on Saturday mornings. We once put on all of our coats and our bathrobes, just for fun. I will try to find the photos in time to write a very special blog, for the blushing bride... By the way, the blush may be artificial, but the glow is real. I am so excited for her... for both of them. That is amore.