photo, to accompany column: "Bringing a Baby to a Wedding"

Another column about a journey. It seems like every time we set out in a car, something strange happens to us, to make us fear for our daughter’s happiness. This column isn’t about us making it up to New Hampshire. It isn’t about the wedding—beautiful—or the feelings the ceremony brings up in Cathreen and me.
It’s about the heat, and the bees that swarm the reception. It’s about the ER. It’s about the fear that we are putting our daughter in precarious situations while we try to grasp onto the last bits of our old life. It’s about barely making it home. It’s about the miracle of home.

-ms

photo, to accompany column: "Bringing a Baby to a Wedding"

Another column about a journey. It seems like every time we set out in a car, something strange happens to us, to make us fear for our daughter’s happiness. This column isn’t about us making it up to New Hampshire. It isn’t about the wedding—beautiful—or the feelings the ceremony brings up in Cathreen and me.

It’s about the heat, and the bees that swarm the reception. It’s about the ER. It’s about the fear that we are putting our daughter in precarious situations while we try to grasp onto the last bits of our old life. It’s about barely making it home. It’s about the miracle of home.

-ms