Six years ago this morning Grampy and I got married. It was a wonderful day and the weather was California perfect. Amara was only 13 months old and she stole the show! She was such a pretty little flower girl. Our wedding was a family event. Amara’s Daddy gave me away. Her Mommy was my Matron of Honor and looked fabulous — definitely not matronly. And Richard’s Dad was his best man.
All of this took place in our backyard, in AmaraLand. Can you see now why this is such a special and happy place?