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Getting our boy hitched!

Last Tuesday morning, the UrbanToddler and I boarded a plane to Vancouver to prepare for my brother's wedding on Saturday.  Mr. Urban, who also had a ticket to join us on the same flight, boarded another plane that morning for D.C., promising to meet us in time for the wedding on or before Saturday.

By early evening we were sitting down at my parent's kitchen table, to a lovely Persian meal of Barley Soup and Kotlets, catching up with my parents, the Princess, and my mother's second cousin, Mrs. E, who had come from Iran for the happy occasion.

The last few meals before a big wedding always seem the most delicious, as everyone is excited and gitty.  Long after the UrbanToddler had gone to bed, I was still siting at the kitchen table with a cup of hot tea, falling in love with Mrs. E, an eloquent story teller, retired academic and artist, feeling thankful that I am finally getting to know a dear family member, after all these years, and half way around the world...


By Wednesday noon, more family members had arrived.  This time, my father's cousins from New Jersey, whom my father had not seen since they had moved to the U.S. some forty years ago to pursue their dreams.  A three hour lunch and hundreds of stories later, once again I found myself falling in love... I guess that is how it is when you leave your home for new ones, leaving pieces of your heart in all four corners of the world...  (Diaspora: Scattering of Seeds)

On Friday we started early, helping my parents load nearly ten cars with parts of the Persian Wedding Spread, Sofreh Aghd, which my mother had lovingly hand made over the past months.  The spread includes items which are meant to symbolize love, sweetness, fertility, prosperity, and longevity in the marriage.  And once the cars were loaded we all headed to the resort village of Whistler, north of Vancouver.

If you are wondering, the UrbanToddler just took in all the hustle and bustle with gusto, and the bride and the groom in this wedding story,  are still missing in action to this point....

After arriving at Four Seasons hotel where the wedding was being held at the next day, and settling into our (awsome) rooms, my girl and I joined my parents, few family members, and Justine Bateman at the table next to us, for an amazing steak meal at Sidecut.

And finally half an hour into Saturday, Mr. Urban showed up in Whistler to join his girls for a wedding party!


Dan Dan Dadaaaaan....

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