I spent some time in a hotel room this weekend with a younger man and we shared our first hickey.
(Mine and his....You have to watch out for those nursing babies, in a pinch they'll latch on to the closest available skin.
And, believe it or not, I've never gotten a hickey before.)
"Wait! You said there wouldn't be pictures."
We have met the paparazzi and they are us.
There were chaperones involved...
As you might suspect from the beautiful bouquet, the Daughter was a member of the wedding party of a dear girl friend who grew up around the corner in the Burg. I was a guest and on Nana duty at the hotel while the gals go ready, during the ceremony outside at the Sand Francisco Presidio and at the reception at the officer's club there. It was a beautiful day and a lovely event.
I didn't get a lot of pictures, since my hands were tied up with the Corn Tiger.
Here's a rather fuzzy shot of two of the gorgeous bridesmaids.
The oldest guest, the bride's granny, wanted her picture taken with the youngest.
CT was done with posing by this time.
Which just meant that I got to do more rocking of and singing to the baby boy.
Gotta get it while I can.
Hickeys all 'round!