I’m sitting in my parent’s house and my face is totally burnt from hanging out for too long, in too much sun on the deck. But it was marvelous. It’s Sunday and I’ve been up since 4am, so Sunday really feels like 2 days sliced in half. The time we spent running around the house finishing up projects and frantically doing our best not to forget the important wedding things and the part after the plane landed when I was finally here, with family, and it all became very clear that I am getting married in less than a week.
There is so much to do and at the same time not much to do at all. Things are not frantic, they are measured, they are busy, but they are not necessarily stressful. In some ways I feel like I’m watching it happen, like I’m outside of myself, observing the phenomenon of this wedding.
I tried on my dress when I got into town. I hadn’t seen it since May and I had that irrational (and not so irrational) fear that I suddenly wouldn’t fit into it. But success! I totally do. Phew! So, crisis averted.
I started writing that on Sunday night been then life interruptus occurred and here I am on Tuesday morning trying to scramble to get something up and published before we head out for a Lauren/Kamel road trip for the day. We’re heading to the peninsula of Washington… not all near Forks…. ok, right near forks…. we’re headed to werewolf country. Awww Yeaahhh.
I’ll be back tomorrow with more stories. For now, the rental car is on its way and I still need to put my shoes on. 🙂