A Wedding in Paradise

I was a bridesmaid at my older sister Janis' wedding in July. It was in Greece and we all had such a great time. The entire day was fantatic, the location was beautiful and the cermony was romantic, intimate and just perfect.
These are a few of the photo's we took. I'm the blonde bridesmaid, my younger sister Vivienne is the brunette bridesmaid. Janis' daughter Mariah was the flower girl and her son Matthew was the page boy.
The gorgeous guy in the pics with me is my fiance Phily :)

Wander in the Woods

Crisp, cool air in my lungs.

The whisper of forest breeze.

A break from climbing life's rungs.

A special time on my memory to freeze.

A paradise of contentment, to restore my souls energy.

No worry about advancement.

Basking in nature's sweet synergy.

No more of life's fast frame.

Back in control of my time.

Each day not more of the same.

Money no issue I don't need a dime.

There's something about the woods.

Only here can real peace be found.

Not a crowded nieghbourhood, where all is one busy loud sound.

-by Larry D Matthews

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=156119

7 Days in Zante

A Gentle Breeze on Hushabye Mountain.

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting
Waiting to sail your worries away
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key
The winds of night so softly are sighing
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain
Wave good-bye to cares of the day
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay

-from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Why doesn't anybody send letters anymore?

Life is full of interruptions and complications.

Love Actually is a very sweet film.
This scene always makes me cry.

Obviously Doctor, you've never been a 13 year old girl.

Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn't leave our minds but they were slipping away. The color of their eyes was fading along with the exact locations... of moles and dimples. From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows. We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.

We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, could produce such beautiful creatures.

So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling... still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.