Anna here, reporting from Wedding Command Central. After a four-hour drive, complete with a scary amount of coffee consumption and tons of Beyonce blaring through the speakers, I finally sit in the family room, watching as we all slowly lose our minds. And I mean that. Here is some evidence that we will all seem a little more sane after August 13th…
Scene #1: Living room, Brewer game in the background (per usual)
Me: I need to eat more taffy.
Dad: Oh go ahead honey.
Mom: NO WAY.
Me: Well, will you order more taffy so I can eat more taffy?!
Mom: NO! I’VE BOUGHT WAY MUCH EXPENSIVE CANDIES.
Scene #2: Target. Returning a few duplicate gifts.
Me: Yeah, I need to return this item.
Employee: That’s not our item. I think that is from Bed Bath and Beyond.
You know its starting to look grim when I’m trying to return items to the wrong store. I would love to try to return other things to stores… like our dog, Bo. We’ve never been the best of friends.
Today has been one of reflection as I left what has been my home for the last fifteen months. We lovingly call our home, “The Summer Cottage”. This is because we moved into this suburban lake-side-5 bedroom-two bathroom paradise last summer. Mind you, it was on the market and we constantly expected to get kicked out by a potential buyer. Five of my best friends and I moved into The Cottage graduation weekend of 2010, all U of Minnesota-Twin Cities Alumni. These women hold an incredibly dear place in my heart, three of them standing in my wedding party, and leaving almost tore my heart into pieces. However, I was so thankful to have the calm, reassuring, and strong presence of my man. It was a bitter-sweet departure as I mourned what I was leaving, but looked so forward to the adventure ahead.
Well, Bernie Brewer just went down the Kalahari home run slide as shouts of, “WOOO!” rang in a three run home run.
“Honey, if you write that much I’m never going to be able to keep up with that.”–Mom. Haha.