Kate gets married in 9 more days. Suddenly it is approaching with the force of a locomotive hurling down the railroad tracks. Looming, large, loud. Weddings. Much ado, but about something other than "nothing," I would hope. I think back to my first wedding; 1969. I was 20; pregnant; naive and terrified.
Then I see my daughters and their weddings and feel so much relief that they had more time, more living, much more engagement before they wed. And they had actual weddings, not secrets, not shame, not short beige dresses that were supposed to be RED!!!
I am looking forward to next week and seeing old friends again. Seeing my Midwest Fletcher family again. Enjoying the events and not worrying about outcomes. And I am looking forward to after the wedding as well. Maybe a small time for not thinking about much of anything. No lists, no budgets, no last minute things to do. I guess both sides are fun right now.
I have more energy and enthusiasm today than I have had for a long while. I can notice the difference myself. And it feels just plain good!
