Packing lists for Azerbaijan. Perfect elephant eyes/one-eyed Petes/wrangler eggs (what do you call these in your house?) made by Camille. Carla Bruni station on Pandora. We leave tomorrow and haven't had a chance to really even wrap our minds around that. It's going to be a busy Saturday filled with packing and trip prep, but feeling giddy about finally getting there and being with some of our favorite people in this crazy world of ours.
This morning I sat on Rosa Parks' bed, searched for hidden doors, read a note from June Carter, and got lost too many times to count. With the clock ticking on our time here in the DC area and a quick visit from our niece, I decided we all needed to head over to the O Street Mansion for a truly unique DC experience. I was the only one who had been to the Mansion before and had been looking for the right opportunity to bring my kids. And today turned out to be the perfect morning for it.
Seventeen years ago. New Orleans, Louisiana. Grape hyacinths, lavender, rosemary, pale pink roses. Family, friends, and a rabbi who lost his voice. Adam wore his dress uniform. I wore the dress my mom sewed for me. We got married under a homemade chuppah and ate chocolate hazelnut cake.