And the winner is ...

It took us a while to make our invitation cards. I drew and designed the layout, Geoff printed them, my mom and Mona helped with putting them together, I put the dried flowers in place, and Geoff did the stamps…and finally, they were done. The invites were ready to be mailed on Monday January 21^st, the Martin Luther king day, a Federal holiday! I dropped them off at the post office that day, anyway, hoping they might be processed the next day and sometime later in the week might make it to our guests – after all, this is Newman's Postal Office (any Seinfeld's fans here?!) we are talking about. BUT, to our big surprise, everyone got them a day or two after!! We just could not believe the efficiency! This is our US Government postal office we are talking about!!

We were happily surprised for the second time last week by receiving the FIRST RSVP, from Jeff Andersen and his wife Ann, on Friday. So, hereby, ladies and gentlemen, we announce: The WINNER is Mr. Andersen...he will be Geoff's BEST man - seriously!

Consider it the "Our Story" Post

It's time to declassify the past - OK, parts of it - don't you think, Geoff, azeezam?! You took a long time to write the email -lots of reedits, I know, you told me later – and I read it many times – yes, I did! You caught me by surprise with your question – sort of - that Thursday night, after the Book Club and made me laugh with your witty answer to mine! When I met you on Saturday that week, I had made up my mind to start "seeing" you!! And, I admit, I jokingly suggested Houman, long before we even met, that he should set us up!

So, here is my full disclosure of the once classified information! Your email to me after our first "date":

On Sunday 3/12/06, Geoffrey N. Brand wrote:

Halleh..
Saturday was beautiful..
Both the day ...and the woman I was with...(note: trying to be poetic)..
My race on Sunday morning went really well.probably due in part to all of the adrenalin I still had in me from Saturday...
44 minutes and 22 seconds..for 8 Kilometers..
I hope your Sunday is / was not too taxing...
So when will I see you again??? No real hurry...(it adds to the anticipation)
Tuesday I have my acting class....(the first real scene rehearsals)
I have no definite plans for Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday(Actually most days after Tuesday)
Geoffrey..

The Same Old Fun Annual Ritual

We are at Geoff’s parents’, sitting by the Christmas tree, opening our gifts. I feel like a child again, happy at mama-bozorg’s*, unwrapping my Nowruz presents.

The feeling was so live that would have easily made me cry, had I not restrained myself! Why don’t we do that annual ritual as seriously as we used to when we were kids – we still love each other, don’t we...and we haven’t changed much, have we?!

And today, sitting in this old and strange, yet very familiar, house that belongs to my new/future family (I can’t deny, it feels strange to say it…is this my family?!), I feel the fluidity of life and love…the extension of their meaning!

Geoff’s dad, being the very sweet himself, asked me many times, if we did this or that in Iran, too! No, I couldn’t tell him we also drank Eggnog, not quite, but we did all “this and that”! Almost 30 years after the Nowruz when Jaleh, Zivar, Houman and I unwrapped presents, I am watching Holley and Willie unwrapping theirs and excited for sleeping over at “mama-bozorg’s” just like we did, decades and oceans away!

Written on 12/27/2007 in Racine, WI

* Mama-bozorg means grandma in Farsi (Persian).

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Geoff made the paper Santa ornament in the picture above when he was 8 years old! Isn't that cute?! I am so glad his mom kept it! Below, there are some pictures of those days.

And the last one is a picture of "those" days, too - in Tehran not Racine!!

Life is an apple, best eaten peel and all!

Our marriage, to come in just a few months in April, inspired me to put this blog up. I am going to write about life - our life …"life is a jump the size of love" (Sohrab Sepehri, Persian Poet). I will ask Geoff to post any notes he may have, too, as we are planning our wedding.

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I think to myself, I read Sohrab Sepehri’s poetry and Geoff lives it!! I come from his land, oceans away from Geoff's, but Geoff is the one who is teaching me, "wherever I fly, mine is the sky!"

Inspired by my companion in life, I chose the title of this weblog a verse by Sohrab Sepehri:

"Life is an apple", I reply, "best eaten peel and all!"