This weekend John & I journeyed across the country to my home town where I grew up, so that the people who have known me since I was knee-high to a grasshopper could ooh and aaah at the tremendous height of my soon to be husband, spend time with my family and eat a lot of cake.
In a photo documentary style, here's how we rolled....
We baked some delicious cranberry & white chocolate cookies which will feature over here very soon.
We walked in the park & admired the town's model boating club who had all come out to play on the pond.
We watched in awe as the Sun set. One of my favourite things to do. So very glorious.
I admired John's brilliance as he told me all about the motor's inside the coastal wind turbines. He teaches me many things I would never have otherwise know.
We admired my mother's handiwork - she has well & truly worked her magic on my bridesmaid's dresses.
As we left my parents' home, it dawned on me that this is probably the last time we visit them before we become Mr. and Mrs. King. We will be starting our very own 'family' and at the same time, extending our families as we have always known them to be. Somehow, this feels perfectly normal & right & good.