One month from yesterday to the wedding. Bill has been busy building an arbor and Dale will go for his tux fitting tonight. There's a shower on the 2nd, Laura has taken care of the cake. I haven't seen any of the dresses and so much of this wedding will be a surprise to me. Bill and Bre still have to take care of what they will say. People have asked me if it will be emotional for me to perform the wedding and I really dont anticipate that it will be - I don't know why.
On another note, I am sitting here looking out the window at my horses eating breakfast and swishing flies, even with fly spray. I am thinking about how they relax and sleep a lot through the day and at my feet are two goldens that sleep ALL day. Right now as I begin my day, I am wishing I could that too. Some do I suppose. I never do. I think its because I am driven by purpose. I seem always to have places to go, people to see, things to do. I was driving the other day (to one of those places I have to go) and saw a man sitting under a tree reading a book in the middle of the day. I felt such a strong sense of envy and longing and wonder about why I don't think to do that. Right now I would say I need something to read that would hold my interest. But that's for later - I am soon off to the police department, then to see patients, document, grocery shop, that tux thing, dinner, prepare for a wedding I'm performing tomorrow, etc.
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