It is 6:30 am. The house is still asleep, I am back from my run-walk and the coffee is brewing. I feel alive today. I forgot to go outside yesterday, trapped behind my laptop and cell phone trying to arrange the every details and finalize the seating chart. This morning I could not sleep, the breaking dawn beckoned, so I hit the trail through the woods. This is out of character for me, and it felt exhilarating.
In eight days I am getting married to a kind, gentle, patient, happy man. Last night, after trying on his wedding clothes, Tim hugged his dad. It was not the court side hug, how you been, kind of hug. Not even the, i'm proud of you hug. It was love, unconditional, it's all good, your becoming a man, kind of hug. The subtle moments can get lost in the chaos of insignificant details. Hold on to calm and remember to breath.
My BFF supplied the Costco card and I supplied the debit card as we headed out for our last adventure before I become Mrs. Larkin. (actually keeping my name) We laughed, giggled and chatted our way through five hours selecting wines and beer, having dinner in Newburyport at Loretta's, yummy swordfish, and whispered about a few girl topics, before she safely dropped me home. I want to thank the BFF's in my life. Where would I be without you? LOST! Thank you for supporting me when I am needy, over dramatizing and opinionated. Some have accused me of being a control freak. I call it conviction. Thank you for letting me cry at your kitchen tables, sleep on your couches, feed you cookies and wear camo pants in public. Finding a passion in life is a challenge, having friend that push you toward it, ( i can't resist) Priceless.
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