It’s a big week for our family. We are headed to San Miguel De Allende for my oldest daughter, Remi’s wedding. It’s truly hard to believe that I am old enough to have a child getting married. It leaves me wondering where the time goes and thinking more about how I spend it. Someone once told me that the days crawl by and the years fly by. This week has made me really feel that.

I’ve been cherishing the last few days of having Remi with me as we do the simplest things together. Picking out makeup. Laying out each outfit like we used to do before the first day of school. Remembering — in true mother-daughter fashion — that we’ve forgotten ten very obvious tasks and just laughing about it instead of spiraling. These tiny moments have been the sweetest reminders that no matter how old your kids get, the dynamic stays the same in all the best ways.

And at the same time, I’ve been deeply aware that these are the last days of having my little girl all to myself. The last days of sharing a last name. The last days before she steps fully into a life she’s dreamed about. It’s not sad exactly… just tender. A little like watching a chapter close even though you know the next chapter is going to be incredible.

This week, my goal is simple: be present. I want to soak up every detail — the colors of San Miguel, the music, the family, the way Remi looks at Marshall, the way he looks at her. Weddings have a way of pulling people together and distilling all the chaos of life into one clear truth: we are loved and supported, and we are never walking through our story alone.

Remi and Marshall will be surrounded by people who adore them, cheer for them, and celebrate them. What a fantastic way to kick off the rest of their lives. And what a privilege it is for me to stand on the sidelines, watching my daughter step into a future that’s bright, brave, and entirely her own.

Here’s to a week full of joy, gratitude, and taking mental snapshots I’ll keep forever.

XX,

MG