We have three months

January started with a bang.

First, I got wired—for sleep.

I asked for it. Not because I think I have sleep apnea, but because I know my husband has it, and when I bring that up with him, his response is to tell me I snore. So, I figured if I did the test, maybe he would too?

I didn’t sleep.

It was one of those nights when I watched the clock, my mind roaring. Tom and the dog were restless. Our room was chilly. I finally succumbed at about 5:00, turning off my morning alarm.

Darcy woke me at 8:30 am.

Me: “What are you doing here?”

Darcy: “Why are you wearing oxygen? What happened? And why is it so cold in here? It’s FREEZING!”

Second came her news, delivered while we snuggled under the covers.

She and Oleg are getting married in April.

We have three months to plan a wedding.

That’s the last part.

We have three months to plan a wedding.

I’m already worn out.

There are color-coded spreadsheets. I’ve seen over a hundred websites, viewed the videos of their venue walk-throughs, and toured on my own in our county. I know so much about ceremonies and receptions that I’m contemplating turning our family farm into a wedding destination. It could be a family affair!

Whoever came up with this wedding nonsense never accompanied a bride-to-be from place to place, tasting food, and spending hours looking at chairs, tables, linens, and colored napkins. And we haven’t even gone dress shopping!

Funny enough, I did the same thing. We got engaged in December and were married in April.

I think. Maybe we waited a year, I don’t remember anymore. I barely remember the event itself! And we never glance at our photos except those on my living room wall. Those are great for a good laugh—the hairdos!

Still, it’s exciting. We’re having a wedding!

In three months!

Send well wishes and good vibes, and if any reader has ideas of venues, please forward them.