ome. Exhausted, but so happy. Left West Lafayette and the wedding aftermath with Erik in my car until I handed him off to Mark in Indy, and then headed down to Kentucky for a few days at my brother's, for a long overdue visit to his and my sister-in-law's place.
I'm not even going to try
to write up the wedding yet – J.P. asked me to do some kind of account of it, which suddenly makes the idea "official" and terrifying for getting it right, somehow, because even with all my years of Folk Choir work at Notre Dame, I don't think I've ever seen anything like this wedding – and I'm right out the door tomorrow morning to head down to Leslie and Jim's to babysit the girls and then to go out with them to Thursday's Cubs game at Wrigley. This shot of Erik, me and Mark is one of what should be several hundred great shots available within a fortnight by the fellow who did J.P. and Sheila's photography. He seemed to have a particular talent for it, tho' I'm still partial to Karen and Nathan