Tuesday, August 13, 2013

How Can It Be?

I feel like I am twenty five inside so the fact that I have a daughter getting married is disconcerting for such a young person like myself to fathom.  How can it be that I am that old?  Upon further examination in the mirror I discovered that I am a wee bit wrinkly and my hair is indeed greyish in parts and I can no longer rock those jeans.  Okay, the fact that I said rock those jeans betrays the fact that I am indeed approaching those middle aged years.  Since when did I become the grown up who pays for things? 

I am thankful for my friend whose daughter is getting married the week before Erica and for Joel's (that is Erica's hubby to be) Mom because after chatting with them both I discovered there were alot of things that needed to be added to the "to do list" that I was totally oblivious to.  I was calm on the outside but inside I was screaming with fright.  I know it is Erica & Joel's wedding and they make all the decisions but she has recruited me to work alongside her.    I figured because the wedding was 10 months away that I had tons of time to figure things out.  That is not the case ....... you have to book stuff EARLY!

What do you mean you have to rent linens, plates, stemware (I had to look up what stemware was because I had no idea what that word meant, is it some new fangled name for silverware?? I discovered it means glasses, Ian said it is not just glasses but it is glasses with stems)?  What do you mean I have to wear a fancy dress?  A fancy dress means heels and I hate heels!    So much to learn as we enter this new world of wedding planning.   I think I am going to have fun though.  I am so glad Erica is so chill about things so she can calm me down when I am freaking out.

Tomorrow I am spending the day with the men in my life.  I made my son take a day off work so we could go back to school shopping.  Ian has decided to join us.  I am a little skeptical that me and the boys are on the same page for our day "to the city" for shopping.  I have a plan and they better not grumble and deter me from my goal of getting Mark clothed for the Fall.   I shall report on said shopping trip ......... 




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