Today, I Am Happy

 I am experiencing a continuance of happiness from the past weekend where we were immersed in an explosion of love.

(Previously I have written of my dislike for the hyperbolic, superlative life https://cookingthenytimes.blogspot.com/2018/07/living-hyperbolic-superlative-life.html but I will beg your indulgence due to this being a reflection about our 50th Anniversary Party.)

Drawing from the old adage, a picture is worth a thousand words, indulge me in sharing photos and videos from our 50th Anniversary Party. 

NB: The photos are primarily candids and not everyone at the party ended up in the photos or the group shots, so if you are reading this and you're not in the photos, please know that the omission was not intentional.  Blame it on me; I wasn't organized enough to ask Jake (the photographer) to take specific photos so lots of the crowd photos were 'on the fly.'  I'm also grateful for those of you who said, "Get a picture with me!" I was hoping for a photograph with my children, spouses/significant other/grandchildren and we'll be returning to the park sometime in the fall for that, so you see how that goes.

But be that as it may, I think as you scroll through, you, too might feel yourself submerged in love, which is truly the highest and the best I could ever wish for you.

As my mother might have said, Enjoy.



Dance as an expression of love.  And joy.  And celebration.  And exuberance.  Elation.  Exaltation.  


Girl Power!

I love the expression on Jack's face, as if he can't believe he finds himself in the middle of this.  Note our lovely cousin, Nicole Nicpon in magenta dress, who led the dancing crowd as Kindergarten Teacher Nicole (which she is).

And John always finds his way to the dance floor.

Now Jack gets into the swing of things.





Vow Renewal as an expression of love. 
 And friendship.




Family as an expression of love.  
Both family born into
 and family chosen.

Yes, you're counting correctly.  15 children.  8 grandchildren, 
7 of 8 bonus grands.

Tom (formerly referred to in this blog as He Who Must Not Be Named), Bridget, Mary, Dan, Maggie, Molly

Mary, Dan, my youngest cousin on my Mom's side, Joe, 
and his main squeeze, CeCe


Pete O'Neill, Maggie's husband; Maggie; Kitty Rogers O'Brien, Tom's wife; Tom; Heidi Jensen, our daughter from another mother and Dan's proclaimed favorite daughter; Bridget; Darin Mastroianni, Bridget's husband; Molly Bahneman; Cameron Gross, Molly's significant other


Ace Mastroianni; Bridget; Darin; Karen; John McManus; McB Smith McManus; Jeanie; Marty Luft; Marcy Smith Luft; Ethan O'Brien; Beau Bahneman; Jameson O'Neill; MaggieRose Luft; Caitlin McManus; Sloane Mastroianni; Maggie; Luke Luft; Pete; Lillie McManus; Lucy Luft; Tom; Kitty; Molly; Jackson Bahneman; Tyson Smith; Cam; Millie O'Brien; Eleanor Smith
There will be a quiz.


The O'Smithsky Matriarchs: Karen Schuss Rowinsky, Mary Parys O'Brien, Jean Douglas Smith





The Looks of Love

Tom read i thank You God for most this amazing, which was read at our wedding as well as his.  My daughter-in-law, Kitty, told me she never knew that poem had been read at our wedding before hers.


Grandson Ethan was moved to illustrate the poem, which he shared as his dad read.  Tears are a powerful look of love.

as is laughter

and yes, that's Deacon Jean Douglas Smith conducting the 
vow renewal ceremony

Forever friends
This is one of my bridesmaids, Felicia Kruzel Pzekota.  We met as freshmen in high school, Notre Dame for Girls, Chicago.  We share wedding dates--she and John married a year after we did and I was the only non-family member in her bridal party of 9 bridesmaids.

Joe Hernandez.  We've been friends since high school.
Janet Miller Hernandez.  We met in 3rd grade at St. Ferdinand in Chicago.  Yes, she's married to Joe.
Joanie Neudorf Solari.  We met in 3rd grade, St. Ferd's.  She, Jannie, Felicia and I all went to Notre Dame to high school.
John Przekota.  If I remember correctly, he and some of his buddies picked me and another friend up as we were walking home from a carnival, not sure if it was high school or early college.  So I knew him before Felicia did.


Hugs as expressions of love









50 years.












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