Most people have heard my lamentations about attending the Spanish branch for church. I have no qualms about the people or some of the dramatics because they seem to add spice to Sundays, but the thing that I will never get over is that for the past 6 years we have an unbroken stream of afternoon meetings. I am a morning church kind of girl.
But, every now and then comes along a bonus that is so special that it wipes away most (but not all) of my soreness about missing out on Sunday afternoon naps.
Emi's quincenera was one of those bonus nights.
Of course my girls had to have up-dos and fancy dresses for the party. We ate, we clapped along with the Mariachis and we danced.
Judging by the number of photos I found on my camera of this fruit bouquet I can only assume that Rocky was a fan.
1 comment:
I am so, so sad that I missed this. Your blog made me laugh at least four times today, though. I'm glad to be able to continue blog stalking you from OK. :)
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