wedding it over
Wedding season is over. O. VER. Overoverover. Done. Complete. Caput. Fini. Over. Thank you, Jesus, all the saints and Mary, too. Over. If I were Kimmy I'd be doing an interpretive dance to OVER in G minor. I now know why William Tell had an OVERture. It was my own personal year ala Four Weddings and a Funeral, except that there were five weddings (I think), two funerals (three if you count the one for my friend Jess' dog, Georgie), and the extra added bonus of a few baby showers -- just so the devil couldn't catch me lounging away a lazy weekend and tempt me to do ungood. I'd say I was relieved, but it's all ended just in time for the holidays.
And though I'm tired beyond all exhausted sleepiness (in large part due to the grand finale of the wedding season road trip return from Jekyll Island last night/this morning that got me to my bed and Fred at 4:30 in the a.m., just in time for not quite enough sleep to quite fake normalcy), I'm also a lucky girl to have so many gorgeous, generous, lovely, marrying, breeding friends who love me enough to allow me to share in their most special life-altering events. I am blessed to have such a fantastic family that I really, truly like. Really.
And despite all the eating and oh-god-the-drinking and dress-wearing and dance-making and toasting and WHERE-exactly-is-the-wedding-this-time-traveling and what-am-I-doing-with-my-life contemplation that weddings engender, I'm glad I went to every one of them and can't say I even regret one red cent spent. (Though, of course, it helps when one doesn't regularly balance one's checkbook.)
Thank you Jesus, all the saints and Mary, too for lots of love, the married kind and otherwise. Thank you for the season that's over. On to the holidays.
Oh, and speaking of love. Thanks oodles, bunches, barrels, bushels and pecks to Betsy, Jason and August-the-dog for sitting Fred and letting him burrow under your covers for a few nights while I was off wedding-it. He had such a great time with you that I'm considering making you his official God-people.
And that, as they say, is that.
Night, y'all.
And though I'm tired beyond all exhausted sleepiness (in large part due to the grand finale of the wedding season road trip return from Jekyll Island last night/this morning that got me to my bed and Fred at 4:30 in the a.m., just in time for not quite enough sleep to quite fake normalcy), I'm also a lucky girl to have so many gorgeous, generous, lovely, marrying, breeding friends who love me enough to allow me to share in their most special life-altering events. I am blessed to have such a fantastic family that I really, truly like. Really.
And despite all the eating and oh-god-the-drinking and dress-wearing and dance-making and toasting and WHERE-exactly-is-the-wedding-this-time-traveling and what-am-I-doing-with-my-life contemplation that weddings engender, I'm glad I went to every one of them and can't say I even regret one red cent spent. (Though, of course, it helps when one doesn't regularly balance one's checkbook.)
Thank you Jesus, all the saints and Mary, too for lots of love, the married kind and otherwise. Thank you for the season that's over. On to the holidays.
Oh, and speaking of love. Thanks oodles, bunches, barrels, bushels and pecks to Betsy, Jason and August-the-dog for sitting Fred and letting him burrow under your covers for a few nights while I was off wedding-it. He had such a great time with you that I'm considering making you his official God-people.
And that, as they say, is that.
Night, y'all.
posted by jill at 9/20/2004 09:03:00 PM
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