We're back in Texas and Danny already misses his babcia and dziadzia. I have to admit that I will, too, when Danny wakes me up at 5 am tomorrow without anyone else to keep me company. (Mark's gotten really good at sleeping through it all....) Here are some pictures of Greg and Erica's wedding. For those who haven't learned the family tree yet, Greg is Mark's brother and they are Danny's Godparents, too. Mark was the best man in the wedding and it was beautiful...the weather was perfect, the basilica was breathtaking, the flowers and food were unbelievable. Oh, and the music was EXCEPTIONAL (ha, ha...I got the honor of singing Ave Maria at the service). Well, I'm off to get back into the swing of things...starting the last Harry Potter book tonight (DO NOT tell me how it ends!). Oh, and what the heck happened with Lindsay Lohan and being arrested? I'm so out of touch...
PS -- Happy birthday to my sister Denelle! And I didn't have a chance to get Danny's socks on before the picture below so he's looking a little Miami Vice-y.
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