We bookended the summer with two family events. Maggie's wedding in Sodus and Dad's 100th birthday party in Fairport. In between Emma, Felicity, Henry and I have filled the summer days with the excitement of being two years old and the wisdom of parenting a two year old. She led the way.

Maggie had a dream of having her wedding at Sodus Point and her wedding reception at her family's home, an historic cobblestone house on a vast property of rolling hills and apple trees. The large barn that had, over many years, collected stuff and likely had been home to many country creatures, was miraculously turned into a screening room and bar. It depends who you ask, but there are strong indications that Frank did most of the heavy lifting to get the barn ready and that Tony, the groom, was right there beside him for some intense work weekends. What emerged from all that cleaning out was enough antique dinner plates to serve a wedding feast to over 100 guests; an eclectic array of plates from delicate designs to hardier family dinnerware. The meal was delicious, the cake was delicate and the Italian pastries were memorable. The dancing went on until 11pm and by then the parents of the bride had retreated to the quiet of the house and the babies had fallen asleep.