We’re packed up and heading to Orlando today for my brother-in-law Matt’s wedding. Geez, I feel like I’ve been talking about this wedding for a long time now (here, here, here and here)!
I’ve been thumbing through some old photos and stuff the last couple of days, thinking about family, and thinking about how time flies, too. I guess weddings make you do that, right? When Rolando and I got married, Matt was 10. Here’s a picture – though not a very good one:
(Rolando, Matt, their sister Diana, and their father)
The other day I found a letter he sent to us right before the wedding, which he addressed to “Master Rolando” and “Maestro Molly,” asking us to be his pen pal. How cute is that?
In 2000, he spent a summer with us in Philadelphia. It’s hard for me not to think of him as still looking like this:
But of course he doesn’t look like that anymore. Here he is at his college graduation:
And here is an engagement photo with Lyda. They are having a traditional Cambodian ceremony.
(I shamelessly stole all of these photos from Matt’s facebook page. Thanks, Matt!)
I have a lot of thoughts about family swirling around in my head, but really all I want to say is that Matt is just the nicest guy (I almost said “kid” – old habits die hard). He has always treated me kindly and has always welcomed me as a part of his family, and I love him for that (and for many other reasons).
I’m lucky to have him as my brother-in-law and I’m looking forward to having Lyda as a part of our family too. I wish them both much happiness and a long life together.
See you on Monday.
























































