Wedding Bells Are Ringing

On November 8th, we celebrated a double wedding at a beautiful resort on the Baja California. My son Jason (left) married Clara, and Liz (second from right), one of the twins, married Andrew.

Here I walk Liz down the aisle. I better get used to this!

The wedding was held outdoors on a grassy area overlooking the Pacific Ocean. In the photo below, Tom leads the couples in the marriage ceremony. Each one shared a special marriage vow written for the occasion. Their pledges of love were beautiful and moving.

In this next shot, Carol and I pose with Liz, Andrew, and Andrew's father, David.

Sandy (my first wife) and I, pose with Jason, Clara, and Suzanna, her mother.

Jason and Clara
Andrew & Liz

This next shot shows Carol and me along with our 11 kids and their husbands, wives, and children.


We found a spot that was big enough to even take a couple of shots of the extended family. In the next one we see all the kids and the parents. In the photo below that one, we added all their husbands, wives, and kids.

At Christmas

By

Edgar A. Guest

A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;

He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season’s here;

Then he’s thinking more of others than he’s thought the months before,

And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.

He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;

When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.


When it’s Christmas man is bigger and is better in his part;

He is keener for the service that is prompted by the heart.

All the petty thoughts and narrow seem to vanish for a while,

And the true reward he’s seeking is the glory of a smile.

Then for others he is toiling and somehow it seems to me

That at Christmas he is almost what God wanted him to be.

If I had to paint a picture of a man I think I’d wait

Till he’d fought his selfish battles and had put aside his hate.

I’d not catch him at his labors when his thoughts are all of wealth,

On the long days and the dreary when he’s striving for himself.

I’d not take him when he’s sneering, when he’s scornful or depressed,

But I’d look for him at Christmas when he’s shining at his best.

Man is ever in a struggle and he’s oft misunderstood;

There are days the worst that’s in him is the master of the good.

But at Christmas kindness rules him and he puts himself aside,

And his petty hates are vanquished and his heart is opened wide.

Oh, I don’t know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me

That at Christmas man is almost what God sent him here to be.