Dreams of a white Christmas came true! The snow cover was picture perfect. The chill in the air was bearable. After days cooped up in the little blue house at the end of the road; we enjoyed some togetherness last week with family, elsewhere.
Thursday evening, we attended a dinner party at Harry & Izzy's, in Indianapolis.
The occasion was to celebrate the marriage of our eldest daughter, Starla Gail Sartor-May and her new husband, Bruce May of Scottsdale, Ariz.
Bruce and Starla exchanged vows earlier in San Francisco, near the bay.
A friendly little gentleman, the limousine driver picked our party up at my grandson, Michael Risk's home, in Brownsburg and whisked us off to our dining destination.
Harry & Izzy's was everything that I had imagined it would be; suited to such a special and happy occasion.
The service was excellent, the food, delicious and the toasts; fun, frequent and refreshing. Yes sir!
A beautifully decorated wedding cake baked by our granddaughter, Lindsay Terry's mother-in-law, Fay Terry of Brownsburg awaited the couple, unbeknownst to them.
After the brides family felt like we held the long table hostage long enough, then; Starla notified our driver that we were ready to depart from the restaurant/grill.
As, by request of the host and hostess of the party, the limo driver extended our evening, further. Off we went to view the Christmas lights and other bright sights around the circle and beyond.
The monument decorated with lights was spectacular. From the tops of the tall buildings to sights below, these old eyes enjoyed the outing, in awe.
The live reindeer, the horse drawn carriages, the hustle and bustle of pedestrians -- oh the wonderment of the night.
The driver delivered us back to Mike and Kayleigh's place.
All too soon, we party animals bade our farewells and headed back toward Brazil, past curfew, and a, no doubt, worried and pacing, Tootie Mae!
Christmas morning, we returned to Brownsburg to the Terry home, where breakfast and more togetherness awaited us.
Time spent was especially enjoyable watching and listening to the delights of two little girls, as Avery Isabella and Piper Grace Terry open their many gifts.
Paul and I reflected back to when our Lori Ann and Starla Gail open their Santa gift's and the likes on Christmas mornings that we once knew -- simple, but precious and unforgettable.
I miss my wonderful family members in Denver and Boston, too. The report is good. All were blessed with a joyous Christmas.
Our son-in-law, Clifford Patrick underwent open heart surgery in November. I am so grateful that he is doing well.
Now, Christmas 2010 is a happy memory and we forge ahead toward the new year.
I received the new calendars, already and look forward to the days ahead. I don't allow winter to cloud my days, because; this happy cabin dweller has a date with springtime.
This writer commends the City of Brazil's street department, Mike Head and crew, for the excellent job they do maintaining the surfaces of the roads and streets in inclement weather, including Elm Street.
Thanks to Ann Bradshaw and the administrative staff, the City council and other departments whom work so diligently toward the betterment of our hometown and well-being of its citizens. You are appreciated!
I haven't decided on resolutions for the year, 2011. I plan to step into it and then right my wrongs and improve whenever and/or, if ever the faults presents themselves. Sounds like a plan to me!
Thing is, I got my act together before Santa came to the little blue house at the end of the road this year.
Happy New Year! I am thankful that you and I are still meeting like this. If it were not for the folks at The Brazil Times, it would not be possible. I am so grateful for your feedback too!
Oh by the way, I will resolve to give you a better read next year, just because you are worth it!
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