Yesterday was a big barbeque fun day. Lots of folks from different aspects of my life all in one spot. I smiled a lot yesterday, and I’m still smiling now.

I don’t tend to like to make a big deal over things that have to do solely about me. I’ve never really been the “look at me, look at me” type as far as a whole event/celebration goes. I’m totally that way about small successes and with people I’m close to. But I’m usually expecting the “wow, that’s great” response and then for everything to go back to normal. I tend to rather celebrate someone else’s big day. It’s a strange thing—the spotlight.

And I just spent an hour looking at the photos of my cousin’s wedding from two weeks ago. Gorgeous pictures. Wonderful candid shots. The photographer is truly talented. Some of them look like print adds, and not the perfect, happy pictures, but the ones where people look tired but loving (on the day before for the rehearsal) and the ones of people engaged in conversation at the wedding. And the still life shots of the champagne glasses, and the food, and cakes and flowers and the Inn. Wonderful. If you can’t tell, this has put me in a gushy sentimental mood.

Happy lazy holiday Monday to all Americans out there. To my non-American readers, happy regular Monday.