This past weekend I was a bridesmaid at my sister's wedding. Right before all that, I ran 12 miles and pretty much wanted to eat everything in sight. The wedding was quaint and perfect for the both of them. My sister's alls growns up.
The tomatoes are from my mom's garden in Oxnard. I forgot how good garden tomatoes are. There is nothing like it.
I guess there is a metaphor about life and growing and stuff but that would be cheesy.
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