But then I do things like completely forget to show up at an event despite an RSVP, a reminder email and a HIGHLIGHTED note in my planner.
And a few days later, tear apart two bags and retrace all my steps in search of my cell phone. You know, the one that was IN MY POCKET THE WHOLE TIME.
In my sleep, I have nightmares of angry guests throwing Donettes at me screaming, "We traveled all this way and THIS IS WHAT YOU SERVE US?!"...and wake up to heart-stopping thoughts such as Oh my gosh, I just know I bought the wrong dish drainer! WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?! and Did his invitation spell his name with one "l" or two?! ONE "L" OR TWO?!
It's a wonder that I am not one big puddle of coffee grounds and Reese's eggs (this kind because um, HELLO, it is almost Easter and I've only had one bag so far this
And I have no doubt I would be if it weren't for the wonderful community of family and friends who have surrounded us in this whirlwind of a time and oozed such support and love, it really takes my breath away and makes me think Sally, girl, I feel you (minus the whole "second time" thing...).
It's the phone calls, the emails, the warm wishes, the sacrifices, the encouraging words, the excited smiles, the feeling that we are really not alone in this.
It's Grandma grabbing my hand and saying with a catch in her voice, "Honey, I am real excited for you and Adam. There is nothing that makes me feel more alive than seeing two people in love."
It's a dash into the furniture store two minutes to close to buy a chair--our first chair!--and as I run to the register, an excited, "SARA, HAVE YOU SEEN THIS HEADBOARD?!" from the man that is about to be my husband.
It's deciding that yeah, we may be caught up in it all, but you know what?
I wouldn't change a thing.