Not my cousin - just the (cute) nosepicking flowergirl
I promise that I have a good reason for not having written. P and I have been in the US for the last couple of weeks attending weddingS. First, my cousin Axxxxx married Gxxxxx. It was a beautiful wedding. Brazilians, Brits, Americans and Indians were all in attendance.
Then, my one and only brother got married. He and his bride looked beautiful, and overwhelmed with happiness. And so we all felt to see these two best friends and lovers, so made for each other. I didn’t know I could feel so proud of my baby brother. Both of these kids are bright, beautiful and amazing people.
- Joy
His wedding was incredibly beautiful. And stressful. Despite crying through the entire ceremony, I somehow I pulled off wearing a sari. Not to mention chanting in Gujerati. In front of real live people. Without fainting or spontaneously combusting. I have no idea how that happened.
I also have no idea how I am awake right now. I haven’t slept in almost a week.
