Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Faster Than A Speeding Bullet!
The last two weeks have included some wonderful houseguests--between their family and ours, we had eight boys between the ages of 17 and 6 and one two-year-old girl who absolutely ruled over the males.
Indiana and I also had a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary somewhere in all that VBS week, but we hardly had time to notice it. That's okay, though, because we had decided well in advance that we were actually going to celebrate later on in the summer when we really had time to enjoy it. It's just as well because on our actual anniversary he was still sporting his pirate beard, which did not endear himself to me at all! (I have no pictures--they were all uploaded to Matt's computer.)
No sooner was VBS overwith than our attention turned to The Wedding. Only nine days until my oldest son marries the love of his life, and only a few days until we leave to begin our trip to the far north for all the festivities. (Since we live in Florida, just about anyplace is Far North!)
Two other friends are traveling all the way from Florida ostensibly to attend the wedding, but really to help me with the rehearsal dinner. Bless their hearts, they know I'm out of my league any time I have to do more than bring the ice. Who knows what we'd be eating if they weren't going to be there! True friends, I tell you!
I'll try to blog occasionally on the trip because I'm sure I'll have much to say. In addition to all the wedding happenings, traveling for several days in a van with Indiana Jones, five sons and a dog with an attitude is enough to give anyone a need for an outlet.
Speaking of friends and blogs, I still visit and read most of yours, but for some reason Blogger has not been allowing me to comment. Either that, or my computer's the guilty party. At any rate, I've not been ignoring you, honestly. I've admired every jeweled word you all have written. I've just not been able to add one tarnished word of my own.
One final note: the week before her wedding, you'd think a girl would be consumed with all of her own details, but my future daughter-in-law has been asking me what I might need her to do before we get there, and if there's anything I'll need help with after we arrive. Kylee's no bridezilla, that's for sure! Definitely a keeper!
Now I just have to finish the fiscal year end stuff at work, finish the packing and the shopping and the wash and the cleaning and the various other ten million details. And then it's--