Here comes the bride

In three weeks, my oldest granddaughter who is 22 and a half, will be walking down the aisle. I remember when she was four years old with a white lacey shawl draped over her head pretending she was a bride. Her real day is drawing close. I am reminded of how bright she was as a child and the funny things she said.

In first grade she had been writing and illustrating booklets. She had checked out Little Red Riding Hood from the school library. She showed it to me and she said, very seriously, "Nana, I think the little boy who wrote this had some violence in him. Don't you?"

In her mind, all books were written by children.

I have written a book of her quips and quotes and I will be sharing them with her bridal party tomorrow. Her maid of honor has organized an overnight stay and tour to a winery about an hour away. Three generations, Ashley, my daughter, and I along with all of her girlfriends will be making memories for our girl.