I’m in Trouble

I’ve spent an hour or two each evening this week editing Mick and Sheila’s wedding photos.

I already have my favorites, the ones that will stand out in my mind as the icons of the day,

and as I work on the pictures I find myself with a lump in my throat.

What worries me is that this is Sheila. Yes, we joke that she’s my adopted daughter and she calls me her Bellingham Mom, and we are good friends, but if I get choked up looking at her pictures and remembering her wedding last week, how on earth am I going to get through Abbie’s in May!?

I’m in big, big trouble.