Last week we went to our Goddaughter Natasha’s wedding in San Jose, California. Donna left on Tuesday to visit aunts, uncles, and cousins in the Bay Area; I flew in Thursday afternoon, the day before the wedding; we flew home together Sunday.
Natasha is the daughter of probably our oldest friend, Trish, who we met in college back in the late 1960s. We had several names for Natasha when she was younger. The one I remember best is Spawn of Satan. But the girl grew up, put herself through college, and landed a great guy, Natale. Funny how that happens.
I suppose I should mention that I conducted Natasha’s wedding ceremony, because otherwise you’ll wonder what I’m doing in this photo:
We took several photos of Trish, but my favorite shot of her is an older one, and I hope she’ll forgive me for posting it here:
