I went to Heather's wedding last night. It was odd to see my mentor stand before an altar speaking in a tongue that I never would have understood a mere 11 months ago to the man who was becoming her husband in the eyes of God. It was nice. Like a good poem.

The reception was nice too. Heather's mom partied like a rock-star. I wouldn't expect any less from her. Milagro was there, Heather and Sal's baby. She is one of the most beautiful works of art I've ever seen in my life. Her eyes are blue, but not the typical baby blue. It's such a dark and rich blue that they look almost black. Her hair is dark, and she's so petite you wonder if she'll ever grow.

Darryl and I danced cuarteto and cumbia throughout the night, learning new moves on occasion. After the father of the bride left the DJ put on rap, and those of us remaining began to grind on the dance floor.

All in all it was an amazing wedding. I hope someone gets married soon and wants Darryl to come too.

Darryl and I sorted things out. There was a common misconception. We're 'testing waters' so to speak. ^_^*