Meet the Abbotts. (Actually when Ben and Rachel got married last week I suggested they pick her last name, Gianni, as the new family nomenclature.) After dating on and off over the course of four or five years they finally settled down. Ben is a high school friend of Katie's and is nearly 6 years Rachel's junior. It is nice to see true love prevail despite the odds. Soon they will head for Alaska where Rachel is doing a PhD and Ben will be the kept man of a sugar mama in the frozen north. Just kidding.One of the BEST parts of going to the weddings of friends of Kate and Liz is seeing all the old faces that would hang out in my living room until the wee hours of the morning. Look, Gabe and Nora in the same picture. I am a little embarrassed by how much I enjoy hanging out with the Orem High crowd. Really, I should just get my own friends.
Kate and Liz wowed the crowd with their take on Old Time and the small children were darling and photogenic.
There was just one little hick-up that is still causing us trouble at home. Xan turned down Zina's request for a spin on the dance floor and took off with this little blond number instead. (When Zina saw these pictures she stood right up, walked over to Xan, slapped him and said that she wasn't going to marry him any more. Love is a tricky thing, darlin'.)
Thanks for a lovely party and here's to a brood of your own. Best to snuggle for warmth in Alaska!
5 comments:
HA HA HA HA! Xanny boy--i love your guts, but oh Zina-boo has my heart and soul.
I'm sorry I didn't get to see you before I went up north to freezing Idaho--But seeing the kidlets was wonderful--complete with stories about huge snakes that were going to eat the whole mountain and grandma's house!
What do you read to these guys!? :)
It must be "Tremors" the movie with Kevin Bacon that Xanny is watching 4 times a day. Just kidding. Actually, I have never heard his stories about the mountain eating snakes. I think he was just flirting with you.
All though, tonight he did ask about Helios, the son of God. I told him it was Helios the Titan god of the sun. That kid.
Great post. Great whoppers. Great photos.
Liam has been into Mythology for the longest time now. It might have to do with the fact that we used Ovid's Metamorphoses as good night stories when he was just 3. But now he devours Greek tales by himself.
kim - I am still looking for your Costa Rica pictures.
Mirjam - I'm telling you, nothing like telling a goodnight story about Cronos castrating his father, Uranus, and dropping his testicles into the ocean only to be transform into a Venus producing sea foam. That is always the best way to get a small child to sleep through the night.
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