My son called yesterday afternoon around 4, asking if he could use our house as a pre-wedding "staging area" for his buddies today at noon. ("My apartment is sort of a mess," he said. Really?!)
Serious discussion about the merits of the Windsor knot.
It's been a rather depressing week with too many thoughts about death, so I was all-too happy to see the now-30-year-olds who used to hang out here in their youth - especially the groom, one of my boy's best friends.
I made them all mulligatawny soup and ironed 4 or 5 of their shirts...
while they made cocktails and joked around.
Then, I happily took their picture in front of the fireplace - the traditional prom photo backdrop - and sent them merrily on their way.
I guess this is what you call a "circle of life" moment.