Sheree's Blog – June 2011 Archive (2)

I tend to write a LOT about my dad.  It isn't that I loved my mother less, but more that I loved my dad in a whole and complete way that my mom wouldn't have cared for.  She was a bit more aloof and saved her love for special moments.  Daddy just loved.  Straight up, in your face, like it or not.  Love.  And he was…

Maybe it was only weird because I didn't know anyone except my husband and the groom.  Or maybe it was only weird because it was the only Native American ceremony I'd ever been to.  Or maybe it was only weird because we'd driven around lost for 45 minutes knowing that the wedding wasn't going to start till we got there and that when we finally did get there we would be the reason for the delay.  Or maybe it wasn't weird at…