I have to admit Em's wedding - less than three weeks away - is too close for the comfort of my being able to put off this or wait till later for that. We're beyond prioritizing. It's do-it-all-now time: the final flower decisions, the DJ song list, the hotel and party count, readings, guest bags.
And that's just this weekend. The storm before the calm - I hope. I'll gladly face a frenzy a few weeks before the wedding for a smooth run on October 8.
My tiny house seems to be getting smaller and smaller now that it's Wedding Central. Gowns - the bride's and mine - hang, out of the closet, to avoid wrinkling. Gift boxes are stacked here, cartons of goodies for the candy bar show up there. Baskets are being amassed for the sweets. There's 300 feet of packaged string lights piled on the piano bench.
Good thing I haven't played the piano in a while. Maybe I'll get it tuned after the wedding.
After the wedding. Now there's a thought that hasn't crossed my mind in a long time. There's got to be a morning
after the wedding, right? A quiet break of day when bride and groom are off to Vermont for a long weekend. When the to-do lists are all crossed out and the happy hello hugs and kisses have been replaced by bittersweet goodbyes.
When the Mommy of the Bride becomes the Mommy-in-law.
Oh my!
Better dig out that piano tuner's phone number!
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