Anniversary Thoughts or, the Difference 12 Years Makes, Part Deux
This was at the Rehearsal Dinner, where HH and I donned traditional Korean dress and bowed with respect to the older generation. It was a modified gesture toward my heritage. The real one requires a treasure chest, running around the neighborhood, some wailing and ranting, and the bride being carried around on the groom's back. Now you know why we chose "modifed."
We 4 siblings were 12 years younger then.
My brothers are left-right: 3rd, 2nd, 1st.
And again, a few weeks ago at my dad's party - left-right: 1st, 3rd and 2nd. They don't look a day over. . . um 50. Really, they look good, don't they?