This morning, I will drive up the old and winding CCC road to Shrewsbury to fetch Gretta, the bride. Hannah will drive up to our "bit of earth" sometime this afternoon. Stewart will board an airplane in Oregon and fly to Boston. Lindsey and her beau Scott will pick him up and they will head north, too. When the last one tumbles into the house late tonight, we will celebrate by eating a pie baked with blueberries picked in the yard yesterday. It has been waaaaay too long since we were all under the same roof. And then my Henry-broken-heartedness can begin to mend. (Thank you for the love, dear readers).
Tomorrow morning, when we all wake up, we will gather around the table for a family breakfast and we will officially launch WEDDING WEEK!